As Fragile as the Glass

Fragile as a piece of glass,
held together by the past.
Fragments of porcelain placed in our hands;
strengthened by shattered remains of where we stand.
Broken pieces we leave behind and those we mend.
Cut deep by jagged-edge, multi-colored shards of glass,
where wounded hearts and souls collapse.
when a fraction of a self still stands
with unanswered prayers.
Hold on, have faith; a fragile soul will bend not break
when challenged by its fate.

Stripped and polished every piece remains behind.
Left in the past we heal with time.
Splintered bits and pieces,
our pain is gone at last.
Life forever as fragile as the glass.

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