My spirit shattered--scattered on the ground like shards of glass; reflecting what could have been--my hopes, my dreams, my aspirations in little unrecognizable pieces lying broken. Similar to crystals glittering in the sunlight for passer-byes to look upon with admiration; they do not know the carnage that caused this shimmering display. A reflection is caught; it is unidentifiable. It looks like a beautiful masterpiece--yet is does not hang proudly on any gallery wall.
Bumps, bruises and broken hearts have provided this composition. They have helped earn my degree in trepidation, in suspicion, in mistrust. They have solidified themselves into my heart; etched deeply, forever present for all to witness.
Each day, every encounter begins the creation again...sketching wondrous works of art over the old canvas, eradicating the pain of yesterday with a whole new promise of beautiful tomorrow. It is your choice if you add an amazing spray of color or if you paint my life black as night. It is my choice whether I keep what you have added to my life's work...will I chose to paint it new...or paint around your contribution? Stick around and you shall bare witness to what I honor and what I discard for my life's beautiful portrait can only be painted with the hands of love.
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