Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

Icy surface fractured, Cracked fissures, broken, Again, In many places. Many things shape us - broken ice woman by killersmemo DeviantART Fragile, cold, and hard, Flat edges, touched-- Seeps  The one healing bleeds. Softened sometimes, Within, burning heat, Deep And Pressured without. Hear the same tune, Cycles the jukebox, Spins Playing the encore. The ice pick hits, Grates and shaves-- chips, Flakes, Chisel shapes the form. Purpose unseen is known, By One Mind Above, Works Together For Good. She skates across, A well-worn surface, Gone To make her own mark.

by katiepox on DevianArt Dead leaves float low. First frost is mean. The dragonfly is here and gone In one day. Creation never stays Each - in due time - Makes its way To its continued purpose. We act, all day, Narrowly we play, Like Forever we will be. Yet coffins float upon the sea.