Not the crash of falling glass,
but the slow crackle of illusions.
Each shard, a jagged truth,
reflecting what we cannot face.
Fractured self-image,
beauty warped by doubt's keen edge.
Love's reflection splintered,
trust scattered like glittering dust.
We peer into the wreckage,
fearful of the mosaic it forms.
Each piece a broken promise,
a dream denied, a hope betrayed.
But in the shattered dance of light,
new fragments appear.
Resilience, flickering in the cracks,
whispers of strength waiting to be heard.
For beyond the shattered surface,
lies a deeper truth unseen.
Not a flawless vision,
but a tapestry woven with scars.
So we gather the shards,
not to mend the old,
but to build anew.
A mosaic of resilience,
forged in the fire of broken dreams.
For in the shattering,
we are set free.
Free from the tyranny of perfect reflections,
free to embrace the beauty of our broken selves.
And maybe, just maybe,
in the fractured light,
we see ourselves more clearly than ever before.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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Interesting story thank you for sharing