Shreds of paper,
Marked
With words of love and loss.
Fragments of memories,
Torn into ragged edges
And broken pieces,
Squeezed tightly
For far too long.
They are
Sweat stained,
Worn and rumpled.
Is that splinter
A reminder
Of betrayal driven deep?
How can a small scrap
Weigh so heavily?
Can they finally
Be ripped from the past?
With a deep breath
They are tossed away.
And jagged slivers
Turn to silver
As shimmers of light
Dance and swirl,
A snow globe of memories
Coming unbounded
To take flight-
Finally free.
12/27/2020