Fractures of gold

I know pain too well, to ever try and cause it to a soul.
I’ve been shattered to fragments,

had my heart burned into coal.

I’ve only been loved conditionally,
Never seen as a whole.

As many time as I have fallen..
I have risen from the depths,
Despite my wounds, I stood tall.

Not that I won’t break!
Like a mosaic
I’ll give meaning to the chards
I will morph into art
Every strike
every fall

I’ll weave into light

the darkness around me

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