Pieces of my heart

I look down and see pieces of my heart all over the floor
A deep pain traverses through my body; A realisation that I am witnessing my own heart being completely shattered
But the pieces still shine as if there are holding on to some life
They are 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