Shattered Glasses Poem by Cielo Superticioso

While picking up shattered glasses...
There's a need to grapple with.
Picking them seems pointless.
Since a call of confrontation is compelled to.

The encounter takes time;
Yet, it was worth delaying and bearing.

While picking up shattered glasses...
There's a need of change.
Changing appears to be hellish.
As a necessity to focus is ought to.

The gist makes demands on;
Yet, it was worth reaching and winning.

While picking up shattered glasses...
There's a need to fumble.
Erring looks to be imprudent.
Seeing that meeting blunders is need to.

The encounter fixes cuts;
Yet, it was worth trying and knowing.

Why still picking them up?
Setting apart those who are rightfully behooved with.
They are precious. They are beautiful presents.
Casting away those who need to get rid of.
They are a curse. They are wicked.

While picking up the last shattered glass...
Blood - all over; yet, it was worth picking.
Knowing everything is all right,
Started connecting with old friends,
And taking things slow is definitely NOT a waste of time.

Need a validation from other people? - No, not anymore, 'coz the world owes nothing.
Never shy away risks, nor plunge into ones without thinking them through first.
Still and all - it is the risks in life that make life more interesting, and bring out the most incredible results.

What's left? - Scars, many scars.
Proud.
Living with them.
Forever.