A shattered heart.
Showering down in reflective shards;
Lay trying to beat inside me.
A crystallized eye with a pearl in the corner,
Entranced wide open,
Staring as if hypnotized to what is ahead.
Cracking hands,
Dangling as if from the noose,
Frozen unclenched at my side.
Legs shuddering,
As if left bare on frigid tundra,
Search for a firm hold on the earth.

My person broken,
And my compassion tattered;
Shame on my naiveté.

It is fine by me.
I was a porcelain chess piece
And a king putting you into checkmate.

The  game is over;
You lost,
And in rage tossed me off the board.
You left me to lay fragmented on the ground.

No harm done.
The true pulse beats on like drums,
And the heart is yet to find its death.
In pieces on the floor I am.
I’ll just repair myself.
You aren’t my end.
Though I’m dented and hurt,
I can still feel mirth.
Just because I am shredded
Doesn’t mean I’m dead.

I am broken but alive.