Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I'll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room
Watching with a tilted head
Wanting what it can never feel
Cowering as it festers on boils of disdain
Penetrating light burns it decaying flesh
A shield infused with Love and Kindness
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
You are not responsible for the angry choices of others, only your own.