Shattered glass, a heart once whole,
Now scattered pieces, waiting to be told,
A thousand shards, each one a tale,
Of love and loss, a story to be healed.
The pain is raw, the wounds run deep,
But in the midst of chaos, hope does creep,
A glimmer of light, a flicker of hope,
A chance to mend, to find a new scope.
The pieces are delicate, fragile, and rare,
But with gentle hands and tender care,
They can be pieced back together once more,
A new heart formed from the old before.
Brokenness need not be the end,
But a chance to grow and learn again.
So gather the shards and start anew,
For healing and rebirth await you.
