The Painting
Somethings once broken cannot be same again
Once I made a glass Painting
Which was so good and beautiful,
I could not believe my eyes for I made it
And my day just went so Happy and cool
Hanged in a room where i used to sit
It was part of starting and ending of my day,
I showed it to my friend who came at my home
But she did not believe me and went away
Now I look at the painting everyday but with thoughts in my mind
Doubting myself that maybe by mistake its made,
Maybe i will never be able to make it again that beautifully
The Painting was the same but my happiness for it changed
Overthinking about it led to breaking it one day
I realised my mistake and rapidly gathered all pieces and paired ,
I tried hard but the damage was beyond the Repair
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By N J Delmas4 days ago in Horror
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I love how you captured that mix of pride and doubt. It's easy to overthink and lose the magic, but the way you expressed it feels real.