Broken glass

by Anonymous   Sep 27, 2019


In pieces.
A once whole thing.
Now shattered.
Unable to be pieced back together,
At least not without the right solution.

The broken glass is harmful.
It can wound you if not treated with care.
It does not meant to, it is just sensitive.

What broke it?
All the mistreatment?
All the pain?
Was it not strong enough?

Its brokenness was not its own fault.
It was once beautiful.
The people hit too hard, went a little too far.
Eventually the glass could not take it anymore,
It had enough.

Although it seems impossible to be complete once again, it is.
All that is needed is the right fix.
So much had been tried, but there was one specific.
It pieced it all back together; leaving no cracks, no missing pieces.
That one solution brought back the whole thing, stronger than ever.

You, you are my fix.
I have been broken for so long.
It took me a while to find you.
Piece by piece you are building me back up.
It’s a difficult journey, but I’m starting to realize how much I need you.
No more cracks, no more missing pieces.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    What seems like a simple metaphor still has a way to be profound. How many times do we hear someone say or think or feel ourselves that "we're broken". Whether that was from our own trauma or suffering in silence. Forgetting what it's like to be held and mended and cared for. Or how to do that ourselves.

    My favorite part about this piece was when you mentioned that its "brokenness was not its own fault". Sometimes, we think we are broken because of the pain we have to deal with, the life we have to cope with. Often, what we go through is not a product or consequence of us being bad, or deserving of it.

    We are fragile. And that's okay. We can't be made of stone or pretend we are impervious to anyone's cut-downs or harsh comments.

    A hopeful end here, well, really beginning. It's always a thought-provoking concept to me, the idea of believing someone can "fix" us, but are they really just helping us see how to piece ourselves back together. How it's only human to have missing pieces. How we have to find ourselves and that's okay. Just like having someone lift us up and show us our reflection, how we see ourselves, is not damaged beyond repair.

    Beautiful piece. Please write more and welcome to PnQ. Looking forward to reading more!