Broken Glass

March 29, 2018

Broken Glass

December 9, 2014

Scattered and broken, I lay on the floor.

Broken from what they said before...

They mock and talk about what is wrong with me

And they try to change me.

I am left scattered, alone and just unsure.

They leave me broken on the floor.

I am an unwanted toy, a sock left lost, a broken clock.

I will not be forgotten, no not anymore!

I will sew the pieces on,

I will be strong...

even if I am worn, I will soar.

I am broken glass, a story told before the ratty-old copy,

never to be bought in a store.

I will sew my pieces together, and fly again.

I am broken glass once more, but I am happy for I have done my chore.

I will no longer soar.

I am in the clouds, no longer must I escape the people who broke me before.

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