Diamond Shrapnel

Grief shatters
with the sound of diamond shrapnel
where it pierces flesh,
blood weeps.

An inward blank gaze
and the breath coming slowly,
subtly in and out
while the wounds whisper their stories.

Is this what they call healing?

Raw and exposed
Armor at my feet
Senses acutely aware of every moment

I am this moment.

Pain floods me from deep within
Rising in all directions
Expanding my awareness to
every cell of my body.

The flow of an aching heart
pumping blood
of strained lungs pulling
at air
Brings me back to center
with the force of an imploding star
and the sound of diamonds being created.