in

What once was

One

singular

an open

lost

it is sometimes less than more.

A sliver

a shard.

One tiny frame

one image

splintered

shattered

a single shard.

Sharp

poking beyond the surface

wearing away

tearing

the blood welling around it

but

none, no blood escaping

the shard

wedged

unmovable

unrecallable

just a single

shard

too small to grasp

too painful to ignore

but no more.

What do you think?

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Legend

Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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