plastic shards

plastic shards

Alone in the crowd
I’m used the feeling,
carrying distractions
from the isolation.
Sending my thoughts
into the void
it’s easy to feel connected,
making a masquerade,
building a protective shell
of text, plastic and headphones.
The news,
condolences from around the world,
heartfelt messages
exploding with shared grief.
As the newscasts
replay events,
your words
crack open my shell,
until I lay broken on the floor,
brittle like plastic shards.

your turn

I’ve been thinking about grief in the wake of the man who drove his van, killing and injuring the pedestrians at Yonge and Finch. And I was strong, until the rest of the world shared our grief. Does it break you like that too?

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