Fragmented

This morning shattered with one careless slip,

a glass hit the floor, and time fractured wide,

fragments of promise, of whispers that grip,

all scattered and sharp like the truth I can’t hide.

Thoughts tangled up, a conversation gone wrong,

distracted in madness, and suddenly—crack!

each piece a reminder of how I don’t belong,

a reflection of me in the chaos that’s stacked.

Sharp shards glint under light, jagged and bright,

and I kneel in the silence, picking up pain,

just like those pieces, I feel split in the night,

a heart full of longing, a promise in vain.