Shards

Your shattered pieces mirror my own.

Refracted images in glass,

showing me the pieces of me that have come unsewn,

and my scars from pains that have passed.

I see how broken you are.

See your sharp edges and the emptiness from all the lost pieces you could never put back.

People have made you feel you are worth nothing more than a glance from afar,

but your brilliant light shines through every crack.

If you could only see the rainbow lights that dart between those pieces of yourself,

or feel how when I look at you, I know I am less alone.

If you could only learn to pick up the lacquer on the shelf,

I think maybe together we have enough pieces to make a home.

If we fill our cracks with enamel of gold,

learn the art of Kintsugi,

make new memories to replace the old,

maybe then the reflection I see

will be one of you standing next to me.

Or are you just here to remind me of my light that I could not quite see…

Without you reflecting it on me.