All the Remnants

All the remnants,

The broken glass,

The broken heart.

The remnants of all felt and shaped.

Left in tatters,

The pieces still around, cutting from the inside.

The wound may heal, the scars are left.

Will one day the wound fully heal?

Perhaps, in time.

But one thing.

Don’t let the remnants, prevent,

Prevent the living,

The survival,

The making of memories.

In the end, you’re left with the life and the scars when the remnants fade into dust.

Your mind will keep them.

Let them fade into the past.
A friend I barely know gave me some advice and valued support. I wrote this thinking of her and what she said.

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