Glass Man

Fractured like pieces of glass. Can't pull myself together. Raining inside, no matter the weather. Was whole once in the past, solid. Shattered shaken to the core. Still trying to piece myself together. A new form stronger than before. Old shards scattered on the floor. Pieces to keep and pieces to let go. What's still important I'm starting to know. Things that harm me, I need to let go. I want to be good I know I can. Something more than a broken man. Felt like something at the bottom of the sea. Pressure all around a threat to crush me. I wanted to let go, I wanted to die. It's not pretty, I have no reason to lie. Felt like I would shatter at a touch. Like every little thing was just too much. Are you in pieces like me? Do you like what you see? When we fit together we are more than free. No longer painful, now easy to hold. Works of art adorned with gold.