some shatter effortlessly, some take time
the shards fly into all directions
flying, may never be found
finding the pieces is a long painful task
in the shadows they hide
though sometimes the give themselves up
give themselves up so they can be restored
restored to their original state
but they must know they will never be the same
you can glue the splinters back together
but the cracks still remain
as if reminding the owner that their pain must be felt
they are there as a constant reminder of the hammer
the hammer that can crush an unbreakable stone into nonrecognition
the hammer that has claimed many victims and still goes on
the stone wants only one
when that one leaves it is rare it finds a replacement
but when it does it isn't like the other
it covers the cracks the hammer made
but some still manage to wiggle out of the patchwork
the patchwork of bandages that only two stones together can make
it will constantly ache
ache as though it demands to never be forgotten
the owner can never forget the unjust hammer