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