Shards of Redemption

This poem is for Mikeydred's bouke de vries challenge. 

We rise through brokenness.  Michelle Liew

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Whole, yet delicate, I stood in the light,

A vessel with purpose, pure and bright,

But time, unyielding, carved its trace,

And left me broken, a shattered grace

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Fragments scattered, useless and bare

Echoes of pride hung in the air

What use is beauty, torn apart?

An empty shell, a ruptured heart.

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Yet hands, unseen, with wisdom and grace

With care they softened shards displaced

Gold and silver caressed each seam

Turning my angst into a dream

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Now I gleam with cracks no more,

A mosaic of loss, its beauty endured.

For brokenness tells a story true

Of strength regain, of faith renewed

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Through fine cracks flow a radiant thread

A testament to wounds that bled

From shattered to whole, a journey sublime,

Through tests of time, I rise, divine.