I’d paint a picture for you
But you wouldn’t understand
The colors are absent and the pattern is vague
The concept is hard to see; and you can’t
Wrap your head around it;
The thought of it you can’t imagine.
Picture dropping a family heirloom,
One that was valued at a gazillion dollars.
And you come home one day and it
Lay before you shattered into a million
Pieces
But you wouldn’t understand
The pieces are just part of something
You cannot see; a vision of what was once
A form that brought beauty to one’s eye.
Now it is just a mess on the floor.
That is my heart…..
Malissa Moss