Shattered Glass: Part Ii Poem by Shelomith Noarbe

A poem
Obviously, I am trying to write one
But I don't know where to start
What to write
My mind is not on the right track
But the thought of once shattered glass
Lead its way back to my mind
I am shattered...
...a glass no longer glued
I can vividly remember
The smile
The gentle formation of his mouth
The frown
No longer there
Not giving any wrinkle on his forehead
I can remember
But I can't feel what it was like
I am shattered
Someone
Pick the pieces up
Hold it
But don't forget
You might get pricked
Hold the shattered glass
But not to tight
You might hurt yourself
You might shed some blood
Blood
Don't let it rush out
I am shattered
Crazy world
Human as we are
Forgotten promises
Sweet and gentle caress
I have life
I have fun
Now
I am shattered
Again
And
Again, as the glass too fragile
Not handled with care
Straight to the rocky road
Was dropped
Down it went
Shattered...
I am!