|Photo by Nikko Gibbler|
I sit behind shattered glass,
But most times tormented,Watching—
My vision distorted, as life passes by.
The sun rises in all its glory
Casting its light upon the earth,
Awakening the world to the beauty which abounds.
But, I see only the shadows.
The sun sets,
Leaving behind a trail of majestic colors
For all to view,
As a reminder of the coming of a new day
Filled with hope and promises.
But, I see only clouds of gray.
The moon and the stars fill the night sky
With a gentle tranquility,
So the world may slumber in fearless peace.
But, I see only darkness.
As I sit behind this glass.
In loneliness and solitude,
I desperately wonder why it had to be shattered;
Why some were spared the violent storms
And were left unscathed,
Their vision filled with the beauty of life.
The only answer fills my heart with pain and grief—
Fate is cruel; life is unkind;
And evil runs rampant and unleashed in the world, beyond
The Shattered Glass.