Dust Wounds

It was moons ago

This heart was shattered

Into tiny pieces of glass.

Left crushed like gravel,

A demolition site in my chest.

And it sat there, so broken

So useless, so ugly.

Until two gentle hands

So careful, so kind

Melted the glass into stardust

Burned my heart back together

So it sparkles and it's not so scared.

This heart is healing, finally, under a blue moon.

Sharp glass, stardust, hope.

--1.4.10