Sometimes I wonder if shattered glass can ever be mended,
The only thing I can do is admire the ones that are merely dented.
I envy them - the ones that I can see my own reflection in,
But then I dismay at the reflection of an unworthy kin.
You came into my life that mysterious night,
Cheered up every tear I cried.
Gave me a new purpose in life,
But years to come only a sharpened knife.
Never really thought I could be healed, even just partially,
The roller coaster going up and down, unable to flee.
Lately the glass I thought had mended, reflections able to see.
Only revealed the same thing, fragments of a shattered me.
By Lucinda Melrose
Created: 12th May 2020
Edited and Published: 13th August 2020