Pieces of me shimmer under the sun… I know without looking back they make a trail from where I left you to where I am now. I’ve learned from experience there’s no point in picking them up and frantically placing them back together because that would make me no more than a collection of broken pieces. Instead, I walk. Every step I take away from you, I enthral fragments of beauty to recover for the damage you’ve done. You broke me in shreds, bashed me against your fatuous insults and assumptions. But here I am. Whole again.