Shattered Glass
And so I pick up the pieces
Of what’s left of me
After you shattered me into millions
Upon millions of pieces of fragile, broken glass.
But it’s alright
Because I’ve picked them up before
And I’ll do it again
And again until I’m all right again.
After the fall comes the rebirth
And I am a beautiful peacock
Of broken glass.
Fully whole and wholly me.
There’s a beauty in being
A mosaic of broken glass.
It shows that I’m capable
Of beauty even when broken.
And beautiful I am.
My heart and soul pour
Love and affection and good
Into a sour world.
If it weren’t for me creating
Such joy for myself
Then I’d be left
A broken and shattered mess
Because you throw glass
When you’re mad
But I scream right back
And I fight
’Till all my pieces
Are so scattered
That it takes months
For me to pick up.
Oh, you break glass
But you leave it there
And pretend it’s whole
Even while it lies shattered
And it cuts at your feet
And your hands until they’re bloodied red.
But it’s whole to you
And wholly not your problem.
And so I am a mosaic
Of shattered glass
Covered in your blood
But it’s okay
Because I’ll create
A better picture from all this glass.
The blood has stained me,
This is true
But without you,
I’m free to be the bloodied
Mosaic that is me.
You’re still here
Sure, it’s true.
But a few pieces of bloodied glass
Won’t ruin what’s to come.
It’s part of my beauty now.
And so here I am,
A beautiful mess of blood and glass
And you’re still you without me.
But I’m better off without you. Stained, but beautiful.
~Raven Lee
