How can I know pain until I’ve felt its tightening grip. How can I know heartache until every last thread has been ripped open. Every part of me is broken, I am like shattered glass on the cold and harsh hardwood floors, these are your words.You keep pressing down harder until you break me. I am the broken pieces lying on the floor for all the world to see. You have taken all my dignity and let me be seen.You will not respect me and sweep my brokeness into a heap.You throw me away like the broken toy I am to you, I am broken because of you.
Lying amongst the trash in a heap, I reflect the suns rays. I attract without know someone else who will come some day. They see my shimmer and watch my glittering shine. They pick up my pieces and think I’m divine. Carefully know I am collected, laid on their table to be reconnected. Here I am slowly but sure, with tender hands I am no longer broken.They stand back to see me as I once was, but this time I have been strengthened. Here I am no longer in Broken Pieces.
Esoteric Realms 