Slivers of Red

I found another shard of it. That sliver of red stuck out in a story of plague--a sharp, bright bit that might have cut me again. But I already knew the trick of picking it up without too much pain. I'd gathered plenty of others like it already. Those were in stories too, though some of them were cocooned in songs and needed to be unwrapped first. I know that it won't look the same even if I find every last piece. I've stopped worrying about that now. The point is I'm looking for them, rediscovering the contours and angles of each of these bits of me, and glorying in the way they feel at home in my chest.

My tree grows new leaves
after winter claims old ones.
New fruits will grow too.

Photo by Riho Kitagawa on Unsplash

Song choice: Kintsugi by Lindsey Stirling

Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem is linked to Poets and Storytellers United

By Rommy Cortez-Driks