Glass caps

Shards of yesterday beneath my feet,

Pieces scattered, incomplete.

Cutting through the air like silent cries,

Reflections of forgotten lies.

But from the cracks, light will shine,

Building strength from broken lines.

Broken glass, sharp but true,

Showing me a different view.

In the fractures, I find grace,

Beauty in a shattered place.

Every scar a story told,

Wounds that never fully hold.

Yet in the pain, I’m standing tall,

Learning how to rise from falls.

But from the cracks, light will shine,

Building strength from broken lines.

Broken glass, sharp but true,

Showing me a different view.

In the fractures, I find grace,

Beauty in a shattered place.

Though the pieces cut so deep,

Promises are mine to keep.

From the ruins, I will grow,

Like a river’s steady flow.

Broken glass, sharp but true,

Showing me a different view.

In the fractures, I find grace,

Beauty in a shattered place.

Beauty in a shattered place,

Strength within the broken space