The world before me is glass, as am I.
no one is impenetrable, though many claim to be.
Some are more fragile than others
And
every
little
thing
hurts breaks chills cracks their soul, leaving the shattered pieces scattered on the pavement.
All you can do is pick up your pieces and glue yourself back together time after time.
Never again will you be the same, every fracture tears atoms every fix unsteady.
But to break is human.
You have to keep glueing.
No. Matter. What
Because You are worth it
You are beautiful
You are.
you are.
The broken mosaic you've created is more breathtaking than any perfect porcelain because it shows your story. It shows you.
YOU ARE READING
Up Too Late
Poetry//Hopefully// my best poetry, random stuff from times I can't sleep and need to leave my mess of a mind
