Stained Glass

I remember when I shattered.

The fate I fractured.

The connections I cracked.

Feeling like a jagged shard

Too sharp to be held.

Too damaged to be useful.

Just another piece

Of the many incomplete puzzles of life.

But soon

I met friendly fragments like myself.

Who had chips and slivers of their own.

And together we embraced our edges 

Side by side

Making a mosaic.

And I was repaired by being reminded

That we, as the broken,

Can still be beautiful.

We can still be whole.