by Sommer Young

I try to remain focused

while sifting through the broken pieces.

Is it all here?

I piece it back together in my mind

to see if there are any missing parts.

I come across the tiny right hand

and tears begin to form in my eyes.

I try and remind myself

it's just a porcelain doll.

But the truth lies within

the shattered pieces.

What have I done?

Who am I?

I want to put the pieces

back together again.

I want to undo the shatter.

Trained to conserve life

and I am destroying it.

I am a murderer

And I am being justified?