janini’s lair

My reflection on broken glasses seemed to paint who I really am

I am multi-faceted and I am imperfect…

Yet parts of me are created in excellence.

I am screwed and twisted and for some unknown reasons,

Some people see something I cannot see.

I am beyond repair but I am self-healing.

I don’t need someone to fix me.

Because I have someone above who will heal me.

I am weak and I falter. But I have strength I could summon when I pray.

I am a swarm of contradictions. I have broken parts but the fit just perfectly.

I am molded in a way no one will fully comprehend. I am like everyone else but different in more ways.

Broken glasses could hurt but I am not afraid.

They will hurt for a while yet stepping on them is a part that will make me whole again.

For some things have to falter first before they emancipate themselves.