Broken Glass

Broken glass framed in silence

On the window sill

Reflecting the sun and the moon

Jutting onto the shattered panes

Of my dreams

Sheathed with neglect remains

Mirrored shadows bleed out

All your woven lies

My heart screamed as you cackled

At my expense

Falling apart within my waning self

My soul burned with rancid bitterness

Yet staunchly embodying 

Soft images of light and wisdom

Shining through each cracked part of me

In slow cascades of dried up tears

Metamorphosing into a stained masterpiece