Refuse

How to keep a heavy heart, with the ego intact,

and every time I tried, my pieces fell apart,
the pieces in different hands,
dazzling like the particles in the sand

At the abyss of my consciousness,
I knew I could do it someday.
the pieces joined; falling and not breaking

Thus, when I grew up,
I was meant to weigh heavier,
in the body, soul and heart.