Upon reflection it came to pass,
that I saw my life as shattered glass..
It once was whole and crystal clear,
but it was damaged, year after year.
First the smudges, made by tears,
then the chips, shaped by fears.
The troubles that resulted in too many smacks,
they are the ones that made the cracks.
With abuse and mistrust, the confidence crashed
and the glass already damaged, easily smashed.
A myriad of shattered hopes and dreams,
taunting a failure, so it seems.
I look at the pieces, totally confused,
the result of a childhood being abused.
The fragments of happiness, somewhere lost.
The splinters of heartache, just count the cost.
I pick up the pieces and so I start,
to assemble the glass and repair my heart.
Piece by piece, it fits in place,
It comes together with love as the base.
At first the pieces were not all sorted
and my view of myself became distorted.
I sifted the pieces and shuffled them around,
until the glass became more sound.
Year after year, the glass becomes clearer.
With hope and fulfillment, my goal comes nearer.
I cling to my beliefs and use my wits,
then eventually, it happens, it all fits.
The glass is now clear again, so I think,
but occasionally I find a little chink,
and work to repair before it gets bigger.
A task never ending, this I figure. |
