After the BAD THING
Hammer blow to my soul
Shattered into a thousand pieces
Each piece a memory
An identity

Sweep the pieces into a pile
Jigsaw them back together
But small shards keep coming out
Preventing the formation
Of a functional whole

Worse the pieces are sharp or fragile
Can cut deep when handled
Or break even further apart
But what I am making is a collage

A kaleidoscope of the broken pieces
Maybe not the original
But perhaps still a beautiful result
Worthy of the light shining through