After the Brokenness

Stagnant

Still

Unmovable

Broken

Tip-toeing around the chards.

No one seems to have a broom,

Let alone a dustpan.

Who will clean this up?

Does no one else see it?

Am I the only one?

How long has everyone been ignoring this scene?

How many have split their bare feet open?

Quietly navigating this brokenness?

Once the pain happens,

The blood appears.

Then what?

Are they afraid to feel?

Afraid to be alive?

Why are they avoiding the pain?

Someone has to brave it.

Someone has to bleed.

Or how else will this mess

Get cleaned up?

I have a broom,

A dustpan,

And a desire and willingness to live.

But will anyone help me

Join me?

Anyone?

Whose on the other side?