Shattered

They gleam with their sharpness; pieces of soul left scattered out in the open. 

The shards crunch under my feet, shredding and cutting. I fall into the mechanical gutters of the desolate world beyond, left behind as a shattered mess of a whole that had once existed. 

I attempt to piece myself back together - pieces dulling, breaking, leaving voids - forming a broken, jagged shape - deformed and unrecognizable. 

I am different now. I mourn what was, but accept what is. A soul shaped and reborn through experience.

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places."
- Ernest Hemingway