HOPE FOR SEA GLASS

My body is an entity 

Made up of broken glass 

Crushing, breaking under all this pressure. 

I try to find peace in the sand suddenly at my feet

But it turns back into glass. 

shattered, broken

Still as sharp as the words you didn’t have to say.  

I heard them anyway. 

You used to be the glue holding my broken pieces together

But now I feel myself slipping through your fingers

I can’t stop it. 

Maybe you won’t either. 

The unknown is scary. 

What lies beyond the horizon?

Is it a beautiful scene where I am built from sea glass and what holds me together is you once again?

Am I finally whole because I have healed? 

Or will I remain as sand,

Slipping away with every crash of the waves?