Walking along.
Picking up the pieces
of a shattered glass.
Cleaning up someone elses mess
Fixing something, that was not yours to fix.
Is it your burden to carry,
To cut yourself on the glass
To bleed for a problem that you did not create?
Will this generate resentment, hate?

I am not a problem,
I am not a burden,
I am no longer shattered,
Though I do have some rough edges.
I would never try to cut you,
Just be careful, Because I have been broken.
and it is easier to shatter, again, after once you have.
And my edges are sharp, when shattered
But, I guess, that never mattered,
You walked right through
a broken life
and did what you do
and took my strife
and replaced it with Truth.