Something inside me shattered.

Broken into pieces, I try not to blink.

On the outside, I remain calm,

but on the inside, I am torn apart.

I'm unsure how long I can remain stable

as the ugly, shattered bits try and cut my skin from inside

trying to escape.

I take a breath.

Remain calm, I tell myself.

The world is still here.

The universe is still here.

This is not the end of the world.

I take another breath.

In time the pieces will dull.

The sharp points will become a soft and gentle.

While they may yet again break,

and try to cut away and escape to the outside

I can look around and realize;

This is not the end of the world.