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Broken Glass; Broken Lives

Both broken glass and broken lives,
Will cut and feel so painful,
Both broken glass and broken lives,
Leave hurt, but nothing gainful.

But bodies cut with broken glass,
Are better prone to healing,
While broken lives leave deeper scars,
The scars they try concealing.

Now, broken glass is visible,
But broken lives are hidden,
Their blood can run for all to see,
But "feelings" are forbidden.

Though broken glass is beautiful,
Its damage can be searing,
And though some lives seem wonderful,
A breakdown they are fearing.

If people walk on broken glass,
They know what they are feeling,
But those who live with broken lives,
Are left without a healing.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul