In shards of glass, I glimpse my fractured self,
A mosaic of shattered reflections, lost fragments of identity.
Each piece, a puzzle yearning to be made whole,
Yet I fear the jagged edges, the scars of vulnerability.
I see a splintered smile, a mask that conceals,
The wounds of a thousand battles fought within.
Behind the cracks, a world of secrets lies,
Where joy and sorrow mingle, a dance akin to sin.
The mirror tells a tale of trials and tribulations,
Echoes of a past that haunt with bittersweet refrain.
The bruises of heartbreak, the wounds of regret,
Interwoven threads of pain and wisdom gained.
But amidst the brokenness, a glimmer shines,
A sliver of resilience, a spirit that refuses to yield.
For in the fragments lie the seeds of strength,
A testament to the power of wounds slowly healed.
I gather the scattered shards, piece by piece,
Creating a kaleidoscope of my own design.
The cracks become the veins of my existence,
A roadmap of resilience, a story that intertwines.
In this mosaic of shattered reflections, I find beauty,
A testament to the human spirit\'s innate grace.
For it is in embracing our brokenness that we mend,
And from shattered fragments, we create our own sacred space.
So let us celebrate the cracks and imperfections,
For they are the hallmarks of a life well-lived.
In the shattered reflections, we find our truth,
And through healing, our souls are revived.
Inkerbell