semi-rant re:change

[lotsofplants]

Just a little rant. Nothing to see .

So many pieces
so many jagged edges
bits of stone, and shell, and glass
jumbled together, their former shape lost

I find the fallen pieces
light glints off the edges
they cut
my soul bleeds

So many wounds
I cannot bind them
I cannot soothe them
I can only stand and see

I also, am in pieces
the crystal is shattered
the pieces eddy and drift
a new pattern has yet to form

I do not know why I cry
Is it my pain?
Or of those I love
who cannot love each other?

Can a patient hand join broken edges?
Can a shattered thing be made whole?
Does the stone wish to be rejoined
once it has become separate?

Or is it better consigned to the river
where the patient waves
over time, over eons
will polish the edges smooth?

The smooth stone
sits softly in the hand
The cut crystal
gives back light