Earth Day (4/29/06)

Still reeling from your blow,
I want to sleep but can’t.

Re-reading my words of happier times,
I want to smile but don’t.

Crushed, shattered, exploded,
Whatever you call it,
It’s still gone.

It flew off the handle and hit the fan,
And the world held its breath,
Shocked into silence
Followed by outrage.

Is there anything worth salvaging?
Should I recycle my emotions
For a greener me?
Am I just a compost heap after all?