I grew up collecting shards
of words and gestures
that cut me more than they healed.
I carried them like treasure,
thinking sharp edges meant I was stronger.
I learned to hide the bleeding
under layers of quiet,
under smiles I didn’t feel.
But the night holds other lessons—
even broken glass reflects stars.
Even pain can shine
when it’s seen in the right light.
And I remember now:
the universe didn’t forget me,
even when I thought I was lost.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
I grew up collecting shards
of words and gestures
that cut me more than they healed.
I carried them like treasure,
thinking sharp edges meant I was stronger.
I learned to hide the bleeding
under layers of quiet,
under smiles I didn’t feel.
But the night holds other lessons—
even broken glass reflects stars.
Even pain can shine
when it’s seen in the right light.
And I remember now:
the universe didn’t forget me,
even when I thought I was lost.
Shards of the past can cut deeply, but even the sharpest fragments reflect light. What breaks us also teaches us resilience. Life balances pain with beauty, chaos with order, shaping who we are meant to become—like broken glass holding stars in its edges.
