Before the Open Road



A broken glass in the kitchen
Slid a shard into my foot,

Upward, inward, biting a nerve
Like a red-hot bolt of electricity;

Much like my first love
Who was angled into my soul and

Hung there vibrating silently
40 years went by.

The thing is, he was innocent.
He didn’t break my heart,

I broke it myself,
He never knew I loved him.

As I pull the glass shard from my foot,
I know that nothing in this world

Could have ever cut me
Deeper than I cut myself.



Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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