My Heart in a Nutshell

My inner peace is in pieces
shards of my heart given carelessly away
leaving scattered diamond chips,
that shimmer, away from the light of the day
my soulstrings hum with echoes
crazed reverberations in a hollowed out shell
and I know that no matter how much I may want to,
you're better off if I don't tell.
I smile, pleasant but blank;
my feelings drawn tight, a drum bleeding ink.
I stomp down my caring, snarl it behind a wall
I know the discomfort it causes us all...


My shards slowly liquify, melting back to me,
my heart still rebuilds, though never complete
escaping its careless keepers, although
if they had known, they'd have gladly let go, and
maybe one day, I'll borrow some glue
my piecemeal peace is long overdue.