There is an old Chinese proverb stating that broken glass reflects more light. It is true that shattered glass produces some incredible, bright, sometimes bedazzling reflections and colours.

If this is true is it possible that this image can be extended to us, as humans? What if life has not only bruised and abused us but completely shattered us beyond recognition so that we feel whole no more? Can we bring light into the lives of others because we are broken?

What about omelettes? Can broken people who come together form something completely new that nourishes others? When those tough outer shells are cracked and the softness inside flows out they can surely come together to form something that has a purpose and importance all of its own.

This is my attempt to show in poetry a broken person being built up again.

 

 

Desperate days, endless pain

Heartache, lifelong friend

Standing hopeless, cliff’s edge

Rocks, destruction, end

A shove, a push

We fall again

Crushed

Broken

Done

Shattered glass,

Fragmented dreams,

Hope that fled,

The end we guessed.

But as the sun departing bows,

A chorus, clapping, laughter, cheers

Rejoicing reigns from up above

As in my brokenness the light reflects

An everlasting selfless love.

 

©Cre8ivation