Washing Off the Pieces
It’s been months since I shattered into a million shards of self-reflection.
I’m still picking up the pieces.
Slowly,
and with great perseverance
I wash off the pieces,
examine them one by one,
and glue myself back together.
Once a shiny glass orb of fragility
dropping the glitter of bygone days.
Now, it takes longer for the glue to dry.
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