Shards Of Broken Glass

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the glass heart
held tightly in my own fist
splintering
shards cutting into my skin
pain shooting through my arm
i curl up into my Daddy’s lap
and he comforts me
soothing words the balm for the pain
his fingers massaging my hand
my tears stop
and I see
wounds
completely healed
but turned to scars
the splinters pieced back together
a perfect heart
but rips in the glass
A Reminder
of what happened





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glowjoe said...
Apr. 19, 2009 at 10:04 pm
I can feel this in my own arm, er. hand..?
 
Chelsea C. said...
Apr. 18, 2009 at 2:51 pm
good job! everything flowed together nicely! =)
 
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