Shattered glass

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Shattered.

Cracked into brittle,

incongruent pieces.

”Don’t step there!” They warn.

Do they know?

They were the gust of wind.

The mighty tree branch.

The force behind my break.

They don’t see that I catch sunlight

through the broken window.

That even for a moment,

this scattered, fragile spirit

glimmers softly on the linoleum floor.

All they see is danger.

A reason to tip toe.

A mess to clean up.

A shattered heart, swept away.