Poem 56

Ah

    Shatter the glass

           of me

Shard me

    The old wound


Stumble

    Into too bright

    daylight


I

    Wish I understood

    The separation

    Blindness


Twist

    Your old knife

    The binding crusting

 

So

    That beauty

    Tears my eye


If only

    peace of pieces

    shard


If only

    join hands