Glass
Standing among shattered glass
I looked down at my feet
wondering why I chose to walk
through the shard covered street
Removing a sliver from my foot
I braced for the pain from extraction
but surprisingly it didn't hurt
I only felt immense satisfaction
I glanced again at the pieces
their sharpness seemed to fade
as I saw between the cracks
and through each rigid blade
We are all a little broken
and must trek on our debris
dealing with imbedded pain
to appreciate life's fragility
May we always be collecting
the shattered parts from our past
healing and revealing strength
by risking to walk upon the glass
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