Shattered Like a Crystal Vase
Shattered like a crystal vase,
I fell from grace in silent space.
No warning sign or last embrace,
Just pieces scattered out of place.
Once I stood in perfect form,
Polished bright through every storm.
A thousand shards, a million screams,
Lost within those broken dreams.
Reflections sharp, too much to face,
A soul undone in time and place.
But broken things aren’t always gone,
And beauty finds its way back on.
Each fragment held a light and truth,
A softer strength of deeper youth.
I gathered pain with patient care,
Rebuilt my shape from thin, cracked air.
I do not hide the cracks I own,
They show how much I’ve lived and grown.
There’s art in pain and grace in scars,
Shattered glass can shine like stars.