Broken Glass

Broken glass Staring at shards of broken glass Pieces scattered Trying to reconstruct To form something But the pieces never fit quite right Trying to be precise Trying to build something To put it back together the way it was No matter how hard I try though There are cracks all over Small missing fragments … Continue reading Broken Glass

No Title 2

You see my dad had a temper and when he was done being mad, I was pretty much all that he had in that moment. Crawl out from under the bed and check on him. I would go sit on his lap and give him a hug. Trying to comfort him from the pain he … Continue reading No Title 2