serendipity 一 poems

broken glass

Today once again

the same routine happens.

The painful shards pierce my struggling heart.

Those splinters of hurt and tears

that come from us.

A cycle with no end

Should it stop now?

Or should it continue?

The choices... They're all that's there

But the strong pull is too hard to break from

Because in the end

We're like broken glass

Beautiful,

yet painful.

-Ji