Shattered

Glass fragments,
shards of a broken heart,
pieces of life
when lying on the ground
pierce the flesh and
cut the fingers
that try to clutch
and attempt to repair.
Only the calloused hand
of the one who
does not see the mess
can render this
mirror of innocence,
this shining crystal,
whole again.
The swift
hammer of heartache
shattered its sheltered spot
in the case of
an untouched spirit.