crystal glass

[Fragment]

a ray of light hits a crystal glass
refracting joy and warmth and laughter
a vessel for drink? perhaps—
but more: for memories

a chocolate milk after school
too much wine at a party
an iced tea poured for a guest

but one slip—
and now the glass is a thousand shards
scattered on the floor

shards that cannot be repaired
even if glued back together
never to be reassembled,
never to resemble what it was
to remain empty
of memories,
of light,
of joy

swept away with the rest of the trash
soon to be forgotten
no longer refracting light—
just reflecting the darkness

[WavesInEternity]

That one is a bit more mysterious in meaning.

I do bear in my soul and on my body many indelible scars of my past mistakes, some of which are immediately obvious to the outside observer. In many ways, I'm a broken man.

But in my case at least, the metaphorical pieces could be put back together... (it's unusual with glass, but it's been done).