Let it go?

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I stared at my blurry reflections
Coming from the pieces
Of my favourite crystal statue-
Of a sprinter on crystal lane,
That just lay on the floor
Peering at me through millions of eyes.
As I sank down on my knees
My head lowered in pain,
Wallowing over my clumsiness
I fervently grabbed onto every piece
And tried to pull them towards me.
Each pull I incorporated
Ended in numerous cuts all over my palms-
Blood poured through my gaping wounds
Drawing trails on the carpet with quick motions.
I was a woman on mission,
Positively trying to figure out all-
Trying to rewind the recipe of my disaster
When the clocks halted all around.
After I had collected every piece,
I rejoiced for a moment with pride
Only to stop there and rethink
How could I possibly stick it back together?
Would it ever go back to how it was?
What if it stayed around-
But as an aching reminder of today?
Or maybe, I could just let it go?
And forget what happened?
But the biggest question swirled inside me
Questioning every inch of me
And launching into my eyes
With every breathless sob-
Could I ever let it go?

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