Steps freely and with joy
On every last, remaining piece
Of my confidence.
I am small.
Some can barely see me,
But he finds me still,
To chew on me like a toy.
I fear to feel pain
For my heart is not of stone
And bleeds when touched unkindly.
Now I lay, shaking on the floor.
I am left alone,
For a toy is no longer fun
When broken.
« return.