The Shards That Stay (a single syllable poem)

It just dawned on me just then;

the force and the charge

that surge our hearts

up

and down

and back and through and to

that place of seeds and fresh earth

Its' lost it breaks

it moves it shakes

but there are times

I can not stand with the pain.

So,

I fall I break

I move I shake

and peal this hurt right off me.

But some stays,

and de cays

and crusts,

in chips,

and digs deep in our skin

We are sharp shards

of love past

and to come.

The ones that do no shed with time.