there is a slight difference between broken and shattered.
so slight, that it’s barely noticeable, but if you look long enough you will see
you will see the pieces of me that I thought were broken into chunks are in fact shattered into the tiniest pieces
some of them so small and chipped away, that I will never be able to piece them back together
but I will someday, piece myself back together I mean. not every piece will fit, and not every piece will be found, but I’ll be together in the best way I can be
all of my cracks showing and sparkling, with windows where you can see straight to my soul, and it will be shining with love and the light of happiness because I will have overcome