Trapped inside a broken glass,
I see the world, but none can pass.
Shattered fragments, sharp and cold,
Echo tales of dreams once bold.

Each shard reflects a fleeting past,
A moment lost, yet made to last.
I stretch my hand, I beg, I plead,
But broken walls won't grant my need.

The silence roars, the shadows bend,
A prison with no means to end.
I grasp the edges, cracked and worn,
A fragile heart, so bruised, so torn.

Yet in the glass, a light does gleam,
A distant hope, a fading dream.
For though I'm trapped and held in place,
I’ll find my strength, I’ll find my grace.

In shattered pieces, I will rise,
Through brokenness, I'll claim the skies.
For even glass, though cracked and torn,
Can hold the dawn of light reborn.