We are forms of intricate glass,
Shaped by our lives and the past.
Some lives irretrievably shattered,
Taken from them all that mattered.
Flaws in the fragile glass seams,
Contoured by unfulfilled dreams.
We have a choice to live our life,
Hurting others or embrace our strife.
Choosing to be sharp shards of glass,
Or gentle and kind our choices vast.
Fragile and beautiful as crystal tears,
Our Fabergè hearts hold multiple fears.
Inner workings that crack with time
patching over with emotional design
We are molded by what we lose,
Lessons learned by what we choose.