Broken Glass

By: Roman Loera

 

You have been told since birth

That broken glass hurts

And those are true words

Though would it not be much worse

To become rather than observe

 

Imagine being a shattered shard

Raised to be sharp

Raised to be hard

Compared to as a tool to break hearts

No soul realized, we are the ones broken apart

 

Tread on by society without guilt

No thought for us to be rebuilt

Though they panic when the flower wilts

They cry over spilt milk

We might continue to break, but never will be killed

 

We find refuge if not peace

We learn to believe

That we are motifs

We find love, our match like a puzzle piece

Until, one day, we are again complete