Shatters

Made threadbare

By wear

And tears

 

She collects slowly

The pieces

Each one

 

Heavy with grief

Precious and

Also bitter

 

They gather together

In her hand

And slowly

 

Fuse back again

This time

Less so

 

Visible the scars

That time

Has wrought

 

Until meekly they

Proclaim

Their wholeness

 

But she is weak

To hold her

Heart again

 

This time when

It shatters

Quietly