Contemplation Box

The shards scattered and minute fragments slid across the floor
as the contact with the hard surface
shattered a porcelain heart

Too often had I let others play with it, 
polish it up so they could show it off 


...If only I had not misplaced my blind faith...


As I had approached I could hear her grinding others under her heel
and her fragrance...
was intoxicating

All it would've taken was a moment to realize my worth 
and it's worth to me
But, so foolishly,
like a child proud of its prized possession,
I showed it off to the wrong people

I took for granted the heart and it was stolen away from me 

So determined to get it back, I practically tackled her
Or tried to
She playfully giggled and slipped through my fingers,
A poisonous gas that I inhaled

I fell to the ground
and it was the most crushing defeat I would ever know 
Or so I thought

She stood over me, mocking my weakness
my lack of desire to rise again
not wanting to feel the pain of falling again

She held my porcelain heart,
a rusted-shut puzzle box,
and an immaculate gavel
And, within a moment,
began clumsily juggling them
with a smile half-cracked upon her crooked face 

Then...
suddenly tiring of her game,
she thoughtlessly turned her back and walked away

The baubles plummeted to the cracked cobblestone floor as I watched
frozen in a vision of the impending collision

In the final second I had to react 
I threw my open hand out and barely managed to catch the rusty box
But I had to watch as the porcelain heart hit
and the shards scattered and minute fragments slid across the floor

The gavel followed and struck the stone
as though a judgment had been passed

So now in this dark corner I sit
Trying to solve the rusted contemplation box

It's all that I have left
and inside...

...is my only hope...