Broken Bits

Sometimes I let myself cry

Instead of holding it in

I let everything fall to the ground

and shatter

to pieces

Sometimes I let those

broken bits cut my heels

nagging me of their presence

Some days I won’t step on them

I pick them up

and press them together

and make something beautiful

and hang it on my bedroom wall



today I will let my heels bleed

and mix with my tears

As I stand on a pile of broken bits