Broken Glasses
There will always be broken pieces of glass wherever you go.
And more often than you want to admit
You've chosen to step on them and bled
You wanted to see how far you can go
You wanted to see how long you can endure
One step after another and again
You kept pushing for one more step
You knew what it felt
You wanted to feel them once more
But this time you didn't cry
This time you didn't say a word
You haven't found a way to make the bleeding stop
You found the reason why the wounds never healed
You learned and found your reason
That they will always be in your way
And this time you can push the broken glasses away.
----September 3, 2023----
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