In fractured moments, time appears to stall,
Each second sharp with edges hard to bear;
The present cracks beneath the weight of all
The dreams that once felt certain, bright, and fair.
Yet through these breaks, a deeper light is born,
Unnoticed when the surface once seemed whole;
For hearts are shaped not only where they're worn,
But where the fractures carve a truer soul.
What shatters clears the space for humbler sight,
For truths too deep for unbroken design;
From scattered pieces rises altered light,
More honest than the first imagined shine.
Thus fractured moments, painful though they be,
Become the ground of deeper clarity.
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