I received the devastating news about my child. This was written the same night.
|Million Little Pieces
Can a heart really break into a million pieces?
I never knew it was so
If the pain ran deeper than it runs right now
Then there is no where I can go
But is it really a million little pieces?
Maybe there are more
There is no way to know for sure
Where is the deepest depth in this world?
How deep is the Ocean floor?
I never—ever knew that the soul could cry so loudly
It cries out for the very shards that pierce it
There is no match for it
Pull out each fingernail so slowly—it matches not
Walk on a bed of hot nails—it matches not
Take out an eye—cut off a limb—it matches not
If I lost all I have in this world—it matches not
Not like the pain of a million little pieces
Scattered to the winds, I can’t find one
That I may put them back together to make me whole
So many parts to fit a puzzle
That was never meant to be fixed
At least not for me
All I have to show for my joy
Is a heart exploded in a million little pieces?
And yet it feels like so much more
©April 2004 Kim RW
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