I used to cringe at the sight of
broken glass
It reminded me of all my pieces
With their sharpened edges, crooked lines
always
Fragmented beyond reason

I'd step around it, carefully
watching
Not wanting to get caught
Because once you've drawn that
first blood
It's not easily forgot

I still remember the day you came
and so easily
You taught me how to polish my shards
From violent knives always
glistening
To something not quite as harsh

I used to cringe at the sight of
broken glass
It reminded me of all my pieces
But now i move it out of the way
to protect those
Who don't know the strength in their weakness.