"A fragile glass once shattered me into countless pieces,
Each day, I held wounds painted anew in crimson hue.
Every scar upon my being mirrors a shard of that glass;
I tiptoed upon those fragments, hearing my body softly plea.
Amidst the swift flow of blood, I longed to embrace
Each shard, confiding secrets, sharing my feelings now.
They mirror my fears, sorrows, and the myriad of emotions;
Yet lodged within my foot, reflecting back my own visage.
In this sculpture of sorrow, painted crimson, I stand—the artist;
I shatter the sculpture, gently extracting those glass shards.
As they're dislodged, my sorrow ebbs with that red-hued blood;
Now, I've replaced the fractured glass, embracing a new start."
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Shards of Emotions
PoetryThis poem is emotive and captures a journey of healing from pain and sorrow. The imagery of broken glass representing emotions and the act of removing it to find solace is quite powerful. The revised version aimed to retain the depth while making it...
