Shattered Glass

The glass is stuck.

Encapsulated by calloused skin,

unsure if it is still in.

But with every stinging step 

it’s confirmed.

The tweezers urging it to leave.

The shard grasping to stay.

It prays, pleads, and persuades.

The cold metal tries but the translucent

piece won't go.

There is no telling if it is still there

unless you take another possibly 

painful step.

I could never understand why

it would want to stay 

if it was being begged to leave.