In sections dissipated, bits of insight impact,
Every shard a story, where shadows dwell.
Faces bend, similar to recollections torn,
Recognizable grins presently seem worn.
When entire, an energetic life showed,
Presently a riddle of light and shade.
What do we find in the fragmented glass?
Reverberations of minutes, too transitory to even consider enduring.
A kid’s chuckling, a darling’s look,
Transient murmurs of failed to remember days.
Trust flickers faintly in spiked lines,
A dance of the past in the cracked signs.
However in this turmoil, a delight continues,
The specialty of endurance, the strength in the fractures.
For each break recounts fights battled,
Of examples learned and the boldness looked for.
So I accumulate the pieces, individually,
Embracing the light, however the dull has started.
In the mirror’s shards, my reality I’ll find,
An embroidery woven from both heart and psyche.
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