
My heart lay broken at my feet; shattered into a million myriad motes. I gazed at the wreckage of my world, and I slumped.
Before now I had been strong; a castle on the landscape; defences in readiness; and with my armies of grit and determination honed to deal with any onslaught.
Now… I was a swamp, a quicksand land where all manner of hopes and ambitions had sunk without discernible traces. No castle stood here; no defences; no armies, nothing.
I held my head down low and scanned my feet; beyond them; to the very core of the Earth; where now dwelt the ‘once had a future’ king of all my realm.
No sound pierced my hearing; no sight passed my view; no aroma tested my taste-buds – I was inert and inactive to the world.
However, the world was still turning (though no longer around me) and if any unseen people were shoring up my fallen walls, clearing strewn debris and rebuilding the foundations of a life for me… well, I would be surprised; very surprised.
Time is a healer; I needed millennia; I had wasted so much of my life that it would never seal the wounds.
But, it would always try.
Have you ever tried to put a shattered mirror back together?
No?
That’s right; you would just wrap the shards in many layers of old newspaper and dispose of the damaged item.
And who would blame anyone for disposing of me and my shattered heart ?