Some things shatter, some things bloom—
A heart breaks open, makes more room.
The glass may fall, the petals rise,
Both telling truths behind a disguise.

A whispered lie, a sudden fight,
A fragile dream that lost its light.
But next to ruin, soft and wide,
A seed begins to stir inside.

Not all that breaks is meant to die,
Not every “no” means asking why.
Some endings come to clear the way
For something better not to stray.

A friendship fades, a season ends,
Yet in the cracks, the sunlight bends.
And somewhere loss becomes a tune—
Some things shatter, some things bloom.

So let the silence find its place,
Let sorrow come with quiet grace.
For what we lose, we sometimes gain—
New roots are watered by the rain.

It’s not all fire, it’s not all doom.
Some things shatter,
Some things bloom.