I Am a Metaphor

I am a cross-stitch masterpiece. Seen perfect in front, inside a frame; But messed up and intricate behind. (You are made beautiful but there is the reality that life isn’t perfect with your troubles and battles in it.) I am a broken mirror, Damaged; but with proper use, Can still emit reflections of light. (Within your troubles, you get broken but you learn how to get out of the darkness and be hopeful.) I am a shattered glass, Broken into pieces; but can still Prick and cut the deepest. (Within your battles, you get hurt but you learn how to stand and fight with resilience.) I am a jigsaw puzzle, Cut into pieces with various shapes; But when fitted together forms a masterwork. (With the various experiences that you get in, it is actually yourself that you are building.) I am just a brick of wood; But if carved with care and precision, Forms a lovely contour. (Moreover, from life’s simple things, you can shape amazing ones with patience and perseverance.) I am therefore a metaphor. If you read me, I may not make any sense; But if you analyze me, Everything will be wonderful to your senses!