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“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” — Aeschylus
her ethereal beauty
undeniably triggering
exasperated i find myself
looking at the floor
then i remembered something
i scan the grey
concrete ground
searching for something
i accidentally dropped
a long time ago
i find the exact spot
of my glass heart
on the sidewalk
it’s shattered
into a million pieces
my tender emotions
in bits and pieces
littering the ground
there’s reflective light
bouncing off each shard
with my calloused hands
i pick up each piece
one by one
each piece
unique and special
in its own way
