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!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Gupta Avatar
June 9, 2016 at 6:08 AM
Interesting... Well written... Enjoyed reading...
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August 9, 2016 at 10:10 AM
Thank you! Happy to know that somehow you enjoyed reading one of my own favorite written poem. :-)
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