Shards

We Tried to Clean it All up.
We did,
Shivering, Quivering;
In the AfterShock
of Terror
And Panic,
We Tried to Tidy it All Up.

We Tried to Clean it Up Together
I guess Some Jobs,
If you Need it Done Well,
You have to Do Your Self...

But I keep Finding
Shards of Glass,
Shards of the Past,
Shards of Doubt,
Shards of Pain.
Red and Clear,
They Keep Showing Up,
No Matter What I Do.

Each Week One of Us finds Another Shard.

And Each One
Cuts Deep.
Cuts Me
Cuts She
Cuts Her.

I May not have Broken it
But I must have set It on it's Edge.
Handling it and It's Contents,
3 Fragile Hearts,
Precariously,
Thinking,
Hoping,
That it would Just Resolve Itself.

I should Know Better.

I'm Going to Try Hard
To Clean it All Up.
Let the Wounds Heal.
And Remember How
To Keep What I'm Given
From This Point on..
In a More Protective,
Loving Manner.

Super Glue
Won't fix This.
Only Time,
And Hard Work.

A Job For One.

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