Pieces of my heart

I look down and see the pieces of my heart all over the floor
It hurts to see how shattered the perfectly good floor looks
the pieces shine like they still have life in them
Asking me to pick them up and put them together
But I am afraid
Afraid to touch them
Afraid to pick them up
Afraid to put them together
There is a hope in the not knowing
A hope that I can still carry within me
A hope in the fact that already broken cannot break again
A hope that nothing more will hurt
So for now I leave them on the floor