Shattered Trust Poem by Bree Z Love

The minds searches for the logic
while the heart is feeling the puctures.

Micro sized glass is nerve wreckingly hard to find,
Pieces shattered like the 500 piece jigsaw puzzle.

Wavering between their shiluettes,
And their flesh like pictures.
They creatively used fine tips and strokes to display images, place them in museums.

As my curiosity begged me to touch, knowing the warning, ' Do Not Touch.' I touched and in an embarrassed state, got discobalated and hit other structures.

Running fast over floors to doors, seemed like a novice on bladed skates. Twirling and Twisting in a space unsafe and filled with condemn.

F in Fail, it's was an epic Fail,
I used my heart to trust.
Now, all bruised, ashamed and physically banged up
from the fall that seemed like 1,000 feet.
I can't go back, stain glassed windows.
Still plucking glass from my heart and eyes.
I'd have rather Died.