Some things shatter
Some things bloom
These words illustrate that perfectly.
Broken pieces
Now seeds.
Buried deep
Growing peace.

Something shattered
Something bloomed
A crash
A boom
In an empty room
I once was a poet
Today I’m a poem
Fragmented
Retracing my steps
Finding myself in the empty.
Galaxies between words
Worlds from previous dropped pins.
I dropped pens
Knowing I’d search again.