Poem: Broken Glass

Broken glass

The shards and fragments are sharp

Painful

The pieces cut and I bleed

Broken glass

It seems I found a new layer of masks

A filter through which I once saw the world

It once seemed completely real

But it’s shattered

So many things I treasured

Never actually mattered

Broken glass

With my feet I step around

Not wanting to get hurt or make a sound

Broken glass

I was in a see-through cage

Insidious as it was

I didn’t know I was in it

Until the glass was broken from all my rage

I lived my life and kept it safe

Too scared to take a leap of faith

Played it small

But enough is enough

I will no longer be contained

Broken glass

What I thought was a window

Was really a mirror

Through which I could see my reflection clearer

Those around me had their way of showing me

The parts of me that I tried not to see

The mirror cracked

The image I had of myself

Has fallen apart

Feelings I’ve never felt

To depths I’ve never known

Are now coming to the surface

An unstoppable ocean

I am a woman of every emotion

Broken glass

Picking up the pieces

Rearranging them to make art

All the individual colors, shapes, sizes

Come together to make a whole

Now I can see the mosaic of my heart

Broken glass

The original structure is gone

All my flows are free to roam

My senses and intuition now take the lead

As I settle into inner peace

I’m raw and I’m real

Never knew how good it would feel

Or how much my soul would heal

When it all started with

Broken glass

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