Shards

This is a little different. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve been struggling with topics, with putting together posts that felt coherent enough to be worth putting out. I’m not sure prose is where I’m strongest right now. I’m not sure it’s the part of my brain that is or needs to be trying to push through the writers’ block right now. So I’m gonna try something different. Maybe this’ll be once, maybe this’ll be more. But it’s…a writing. A poem maybe? Sort of, anyway. At any rate, here it is. Maybe there will be more soon. I really can’t say:

The shards keep raining.

Falling from…your eyes? Not always.

Sometimes just holding behind them. Sometimes deeper.

Always there, always slipping down.

I keep trying to catch them. Keep trying to hold them.

Keep trying.

I see if I can put them back, but this doesn’t work that way.

I want to make it better. But there’s no “better”, not in the way we always mean.

And I am shards and pieces too. I forget that.

I diminish it. I diminish. I deflect and I make my pieces small enough to look like a whole.

Catching them isn’t the point. They can’t be. They’re pieces, they’re shards, they’re gone and they don’t come back. Because they can’t. 

We are broken. You are shattered. I cannot stop it. I should not.

It is not my place. It is not in my power.

I cannot save you. That is not what I am for.

I cannot save me. That is not what I am for.

We can just find the shards of us that fit and try to make it through.

Together maybe. Sometimes anyway. When the shards that fit are the ones we need.

The shards keep changing.