My heart is a mosaic

of broken pieces; past loves.

But the sun still shines through—

Paints the walls of blank beginnings

with life’s most vibrant hues.

Some may say it’s unpretty;

I think that’s just

a skewed view.

Careless hands shattered glass;

but I’ll always

craft anew.

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