Shards of glass broken on the floor,
No longer wanting to be what it was before.
In a mess that is sharp and cutting
Ready to be thrown away
Feeling a door shutting.
Shards of beauty that can no longer last
No longer wanting life to fly fast
Picking at pieces that added art
Not wanting what was to be forgotten
It’s time for this glass to make a new start
What once was will now undergo change
Colors and shades will be rearranged
Broken pieces in a metamorphosis
To fashion for today
And unite all pieces with conscious emphasis
Though I speak of my many blessings, it doesn’t prevent me from breaking and learning. So many realizations to enlighten what I can no longer be, it makes me scared and causes me to be sharp and cutting. I fear being thrown away, knowing that an old door is closing.
What was is now changing, some details may need rearranging. It’s time for the broken to undergo a metamorphosis so it can survive today, and reconstruction will require conscious concentration.