Broken Glass - Poem by little wolf
You break a glass.
And all the pieces shatter across the fall.
Some of the pieces are large and easy to pick up.
Some are like dust and never be found.
As you pick one the shards up,
It cut you deep across the left hand.
A cut that in time well leave a scar,
To remind you of your mistake.
You try to sweep up all the pieces,
But there’s too many.
Even tho you try your best,
There will be some pieces that well remain scattered cross the fall.
Time goes by,
And you use different glass.
Different shapes, colors and sizes.
And after used them you put them back.
Until that one day you pick up this one glass.
And your eyes catch sight of the scar on your left hand.
And you put it back.
Because you’re scared of dropping it and braking this glass.
But you put it back somewhere safe,
Somewhere where it can’t fall.
Somewhere where the wrong people can’t find it,
So it won’t just used badly and put back.
But you know one day,
Someone or you will pick it up.
And the glass will fall or be dropped.
And you pray that it doesn’t brake.
So it won’t become another broken glass,
Shattered cross the fall.
That you can’t being yourself,
To pick up all the broken pieces.
So you don’t cut yourself,
Somewhere that might leave another scar.
Because soon or later,
We all will become a broken glass.
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