in a way my mind is a sheet of thin glass / that has had one too many hammers thrown at / my mentality has shattered into jagged shards that / when I try to piece them back together my hands are torn and sliced / I end up feeling empty and numb from the pain endured / then you stride by with your slender cautious fingers lifting up / my fragmentized mental state / meticulously you built me up again / despite your efforts I am not who I use to be and perhaps that is alright / because you don't mind the gaps between my chipped pieces / you say that's where my light shines through /  for this I have to thank you / and when you do leave know I won't fall apart at your absence / your devotion and caring hands have made me whole-feeling even if / light shines through those serrated mismatched glass pieces