Shattered Mosaic

The world was once a stained-glass window bright,

Each shard a promise, colored by his light.

He was the lead that held the pieces fast,

A masterpiece of future meant to last.

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But now the lead has melted, run away,

Leaving the colors scattered in disarray.

A fractured portrait stares back from the floor,

A woman she no longer knows, or feels sure

Is really her. The vibrant hues are dulled,

The patterns broken, promises annulled.

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She gathers remnants, fingertips stained red,

A crimson memory of words he said.

A sapphire sliver, cool against her skin,

Reminds her of the depths she dove within.

An emerald fragment, sharp and full of pain,

Whispers of hope that will not bloom again.

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The silence screams where laughter used to bloom,

A hollow echo in the empty room.

She traces outlines of a love now gone,

A ghost of warmth upon the chilling dawn.

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But even shattered, beauty can remain,

A mosaic born of heartache and of rain.

She'll learn to see the light in every crack,

And build a stronger self that won't look back.

Though scars may linger, etched upon her soul,

She will emerge, eventually whole.