My heart aches and is heavy with burden I’ve laden upon it
and it sinks through my soul and out through my toes.
My sneakers can’t contain the swell as it bleeds through to the earth.
So, there is my heart; beneath me, given unwillingly to nature.
I cannot see the pieces many times broken
like shattered glass after a car accident,
melted as scrap into a liquid mass because, so many small and shattered pieces
are unusable and therefore recycled into something new and less.
And, that is my heart, new and remade.
But, the antique that belonged to me for a time;
much more beautiful, stunning, versatile.
The newness of it all is blinding but the reflection is something I’d rather not see.
My broken, heavy, shattered heart, became a mirror
and in it, I see through me.

beautiful very well written

nice expression

TAb