Ironic

10 January 2019

Broken and shattered,
like glass on the ground.
Fragments of my soul created
a mosaic held high.
Reassuring itself,
"..it's not over.."

Admired by a lot,
little do people know
how tough it was
when it snapped.

The mosaic fell
to it's place today.
Leaving a million shards...
more.

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