Hope and Light
I gather up
the pieces of
my heart like
a shattered
light bulb
I sweep every
little bit of
eggshell-thin glass
up with my hands
some of the pieces
cut my hands and
make them bleed
but I need every
single piece
I sit at a table
and reassemble
the broken glass
jigsaw puzzle
that was my heart
painstakingly
with glue and
tweezers and
a magnifying
glass because
if I get it just
just right the
light bulb may
light again
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