Inspired by "The Beautiful Impossible" contest. It doesn't meet requirements for entry.
A glass falls and shatters Scattering crystals On the floor. So up it is swept And tossed in to the bin To be thought about No more. A splinter or two Are left behind. They cut And it serves To remind One of the Treasure That has gone. What's in a glass? It is memories Carrying refreshments Of sentiment, Occasions shared with Celebratory clinks As a toast is made Before one drinks... A sudden fall The crash The smash And the value is forgotten. If it was special It stings for a while Then life Moves on. Likewise, a sudden Turn of events And one can Become that glass! Broken Unmendable With a need for Tenderness, While the most Surprising individuals Just pass. The memories The relationships That once were Are shattered And scattered about. One wonders If one too Is swept Away from their hearts, Chucked out. The splinters of such loss Remains and They pierce The aching heart. Those geographically Closest to one Become the furthest away Adding layers To existing grief. Can such Relationships Be repaired And thus bring forth relief? The reality is That like the glass, Some ties Are slashed Forever. So when the Seemingly unmendable Are mended, It's to cherish And to Treasure.
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