mostly pieces of
something
that once was
beautiful or
useful
now just shards sharp enough
to
cut
you
Sometimes
something
whole
a masterpiece created
by the
relentless pounding heartless crushing
sometimes
beauty
I give what I have found
I take what I have found here
I place it in the hand of a little girl
she looks at me eyes expectant
hopeful
thank you she says softly
I look away because in my eyes she might see the truth
in time
hope dims
by 