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Shattered like a crystal vase,
I fell from grace in silent space.

No warning sign or last embrace,
Just pieces scattered out of place.

Once I stood in perfect form,
Polished bright through every storm.

A thousand shards, a million screams,
Lost within those broken dreams.

Reflections sharp, too much to face,
A soul undone in time and place.

But broken things aren’t always gone,
And beauty finds its way back on.

Each fragment held a light and truth,  
A softer strength of deeper youth.

I gathered pain with patient care,
Rebuilt my shape from thin, cracked air.

I do not hide the cracks I own,
They show how much I’ve lived and grown.

There’s art in pain and grace in scars,
Shattered glass can shine like stars.