slivers of heart

sometimes hurt shatters into shards of broken pain
leaving scars that might fade in a semblance of healing
but what shifts inside that vulnerable core which
involuntarily protective
throws up walls that hold it's fragile essence
forever at bay
nothing dies except that light
shrouded in darkness
stranger to all the senses
for none weeps
not even the self
unconsciously burying
slivers of heart
into that cell...