Shattered Glass
And so I pick up the pieces
Of whatโs left of me
After you shattered me into millions
Upon millions of pieces of fragile, broken glass.
But itโs alright
Because Iโve picked them up before
And Iโll do it again
And again until Iโm all right again.
After the fall comes the rebirth
And I am a beautiful peacock
Of broken glass.
Fully whole and wholly me.
Thereโs a beauty in being
A mosaic of broken glass.
It shows that Iโm 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 werenโt for me creating
Such joy for myself
Then Iโd be left
A broken and shattered mess
Because you throw glass
When youโre mad
But I scream right back
And I fight
โTill 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 itโs whole
Even while it lies shattered
And it cuts at your feet
And your hands until theyโre bloodied red.
But itโs whole to you
And wholly not your problem.
And so I am a mosaic
Of shattered glass
Covered in your blood
But itโs okay
Because Iโll create
A better picture from all this glass.
The blood has stained me,
This is true
But without you,
Iโm free to be the bloodied
Mosaic that is me.
Youโre still here
Sure, itโs true.
But a few pieces of bloodied glass
Wonโt ruin whatโs to come.
Itโs part of my beauty now.
And so here I am,
A beautiful mess of blood and glass
And youโre still you without me.
But Iโm better off without you. Stained, but beautiful.
~Raven Lee
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