Butterflies from Broken Glass
Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth
Numb eyes
deepening scratches.
As seconds pass by,
the urge to rest in peace grows,
but own soul refuses to surrender.
A golden light,
from a narrow crack
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams,
rising, drifting across the room
like butterflies.
Reborn charm
eradicates the frozen wall,
filling the room
with charming colors of light
that were once lost.
Copyright © Jashmitha Jashmitha | Year Posted 2025
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