IN PIECES
one slip of a hand
a loss of control
as glasses drop to
floors
smashing crashing blast
splinters hop and dance
their slivers on
floors
she takes a shard of
happiness in hand
through looking glass
doors
he strides in- gait tall
briefcase locked away
seeing truth behind
doors
behind
the doors
on the floors
glass and blood
restore
© Kim van Breda—28 July 2014
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Dear Kim Van Breda, your lines artistically express that in life many a dreams and aspirations are carried by hearts, crafted as delicate as glass, with a fear that, just a small accident on the journey of love, and a mighty shattering would get unleashed. What sadly remains in the aftermath are slivers of lost dreams, and sifting through a few remaining shards of a few memorable moments.