Moving On.
Lata Jagtiani
I wept and I wept
The broken shards of my cup
With butterflies and hearts and trees
Had dropped to the floor
Then someone entered
Saw my tears and wondered
And in that unguarded moment
Stepped on the broken pieces
Breaking them the more.
I turned and left
Cried alone,
And then returned there
Where the powder lay
And stepped on it hard
Turned my spiked heel on it,
It was done.
We were the same now,
My face too, ash grey.
May 27, 2012
