A Million Little Pieces

Million Little Pieces



Can a heart really break into a million pieces?

I never knew it was so

If the pain ran deeper than it runs right now

Then there is no where I can go

But is it really a million little pieces?

Maybe there are more

There is no way to know for sure

Where is the deepest depth in this world?

How deep is the Ocean floor?

I never—ever knew that the soul could cry so loudly

It cries out for the very shards that pierce it

There is no match for it

Pull out each fingernail so slowly—it matches not

Walk on a bed of hot nails—it matches not

Take out an eye—cut off a limb—it matches not

If I lost all I have in this world—it matches not

Not like the pain of a million little pieces

Scattered to the winds, I can’t find one

That I may put them back together to make me whole

So many parts to fit a puzzle

That was never meant to be fixed

At least not for me

All I have to show for my joy

Is a heart exploded in a million little pieces?

And yet it feels like so much more



©April 2004 Kim RW

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