Shatter

I remember experiencing the shatter.

I could feel the cracks long before
but that moment when it all crumbled,

when it broke like a dropped egg,
the shock came with a panic attack
and my heart sank to the ground.

Now all I am left with is the pieces
left to try to put them together,
the pain of the shards cutting my hands
is not as bad as remembering

how it was back when it was whole
and I could watch the sunlight
streaming in the stained glass window
instead of playing with a jigsaw puzzle
where nothing fits back together.

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