Not Quite Shards

Cracked pane,
lightning splintering jagged
edge to edge

Not quite shards,
Plates hold
Balanced

New space created
One to many
Delicate footing

Held fast
With hope and
Sheer will

Not quite shards,
Rumbling trucks pass by
Rattle the smallest piece

Loose
A glinting shower
Of dreams

All shards now
And an empty
Pane

Tables and graphs

You measure life

By your successes

But

You create no charts, legends, or keys

There is no presentation

documenting the good

Just burning images of all the bad

Your loss

Your hurt

Your wasted time

But each failure is actually a success

Yes, you learned a valuable lesson

Which ought to be followed with

“Today I”

And

“Tomorrow I

Will.”

Something Beautiful

I want to write about something beautiful

To be inspired by stories of the world

But

One must scour the pages for a positive

To find a kindness

One must reach passed

The wretched behavior of Mothers and Sons

Must shield against the atrocities of neighbors

And the lost trust in our government and police

What a dream for those to be few and far between

And the acts of love dominate our screen