Many have said,
That once you break glass you can’t fix it
Many have said,
The pieces won’t fall back into place
Many have told me,
Once something is broken, then it will never be the same
Then why is it,
that I have been broken but am still a whole?
How did I put the pieces back together?
The so-called broken glass, a beautiful vase filled with wildflowers
The simple answer being,
I was never made out of glass
Never another’s property to destroy
And not anyone’s to claim their own
Never delicate enough to fall and become pieces,
But to fall and become stronger
Not a puzzle to be put back together,
But an art piece to be deciphered
Now I say to you,
That people aren’t made out of glass
And we’re not to fall into pieces
That people are made of souls
Souls like clay that bend and shift with time and patience
Souls that can’t break because they’re made out of energy
And energy cannot be destroyed, but transformed