Glass

Shards of blue, for peace.

Shards of yellow, for happiness.

Shards of red, for passion.

I sit and look at life.

I look at the broken things,

I look at the fixed,

And the things that are always perfect,

Though many of those things are few.

I look at the things that seem to be perfect,

But there are always many of those.

Life goes on and on,

And still we never really look at the things that make up us,

Or others.

We get so wrapped up in one thing,

We tend to forget another.

But still,

Here we are.

We are made of shards of colored broken glass.

Those shards represent what we’ve been through,

The broken pieces represent the scars we have.

The fixed pieces represent things, that were put back together once again.

The glass represents being able to see thorough someone,

Although not many take the time.

So the next time you see a person,

Look at them…

Truly look at them,

Make sure that they are well.

Try to look through the glass,

And make sure that they are not completely broken.

Shards of white, for life.

Shards of black, for death.

You never know,

When looking can really make a difference.