Poetry Wednesday

I Loved Shards of Glass

The price you pay of loving something broken

Light bouncing off their surface, like million sunlit days; a promise of the future, I saw shards of glass beckon me, carrying a lovelorn heart, wondering if the desert of time and loneliness would ever fade?

I stepped closer with hope, sharp as knives, but it didn’t deter me, I may be lonely, but I’m strength personified, at least that’s what I believed.

I collected the shards in an embrace, hugged until I couldn’t feel my face, my body, my essence, red became my skin with love gushing out of my veins.

With time came sanity that brought me back to me healed my wounds, band aids, but the scars remain. Will I ever heal? It feels like half is all I shall remain. That’s the price you pay for loving shards of broken glass.

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