My eyes are glazed,
My heart is torn.
At the sight before me,
Where everything is a mess.
I look at the shards of the glass before me,
And I gasp to breathe.
One of them slices my bare feet,
But I keep stepping on them to at least stop my heart from bleeding.
My hands are scratched,
My soul is gone.
The pitiful sight before me becomes a storm.
One by one the shards of the glass find their way back to be the vase they were before,
But it's already too late and nothing works.
My feet still bleed,
My arms are scarred.
I'm too drained to carry on but there's an awful lot to be done.
I pick the shards and stitch them back,
But they fail with no sign of ever to be the same.
My legs are bruised,
My fingers broken.
The shards too many pieces by now,
But if I give up then I'll be forever saddened,
By the thought of those beautiful pieces,
Too damaged to be a whole.
My eyes are glazed,
My heart is torn,
into the broken shards I'm too scared to count.
-Japneet ❤
