Shattered Crystal

With bone dry eyes she studies The shattered crystal at her feet Seeing each tiny fragment As a lost day in her wasted life. She never meant to be here, Expected implosion rather than explosion, But sometimes things don't go as planned and tripping through broken glass is all there is. A broom she thinks, But sweeping would be symbolic and she cannot-- Will not be erased Falling to her knees, She bloodies her fingers in an attempt to place the pieces but her dreams are too badly broken and glue only blends with the tears She doesn't know she's cried.