When you stop to think about it
Glass
is beautiful.

We relate to it
Because when it breaks,
it crumbles to a million pieces
Just like us

Sometimes no one is there to help us pick up the pieces
that dig horrendously into our worn bodies
and empty minds

Each piece that is broken,
lying on the floor,
is individually unique
like problems

Some are bigger than others,
and some are so small.
super small slivers
even though they are small,
they still annoy you
like glass digging into your skin

But unlike slivers of glass,
We can sometimes be put back together
Begin to thrive again
and continue the future adventure