Five Shards

I was the one

Who broke the vase

All its pieces

Shattered on the floor

And so I’m sorry

That you had to pick them up

And sort through the ruins

One by one

The first shard

Marks my mind

That is so twisted and locked

Lost in an endless labyrinth

The second shard

Marks my wrist

With scars that were never too deep

But screamed louder than words

The third shard

Marks my change

When you picked it up

My storm began to settle

The fourth shard

Marks my recovery

And you and I

Began to glue the pieces back together

The last shard

Marks my heart

For everything I’ve come to love

And this shard is you

And so I thank you

For changing the story

That is engraved
Upon my vase