Shards
Picking up the shards,
One at a time,
Putting them together
As if solving a puzzle,
Oblivious to pain,
the gnawed flesh,
or the trickle of blood,
The masterpiece
in the making
is just a broken mirror,
But all its pieces
need to fall in place,
So I can see myself,
One last time,
Before I’m greeted
by death itself
