standing in the broken
fragments of shattered minds around my bare feet
wondering how to move forward without cutting myself to the bone
wondering how long i can stand here before my legs give out and i fall into the shards
after a while i begin the calculations
if I step one inch forward, perhaps i can reach some gloves
one tiny nick in my toe but not enough to stop me
i use the gloves to pick up the shards in front of me
a few at a time
the smallest are too hard to get but sharp enough to hurt my feet
finally through the fragments, i wash my feet and pluck out the tiny shards
they sting but there is nothing to do but dab on a bit of salve and bandage the worst of the cuts
i will rest tonight knowing that tomorrow i will find myself in another shard strewn path
the shards of shattered minds are not my own
at least for now
