Shards of Glass

There is a little girl inside each of us 

That calls out to be saved 

Rescued 

Scooped up and unquestionably loved

Cherished 

Wanted

But the lineage 

Is glaring 

Genetic attachments

Racing hearts that can’t outrun patterns

Habits 

Bad picking 

Longing to be saved 

That white horse, the Cinderella story

We try and we try, and we try

Every pick, every dream, every hope of, “Is this the one”? 

Shatters all over the floor 

The little girl is left on her knees picking up shards of glass

The void is tangible

A longing grows within her

For more than she ever dreamed possible

For herself

For the glimmer of that little girl that must fight for 

Her strength

Her fortitude

Her prayers

She recognizes….

She is more than enough

Just as she is…a little broken around the edges

That is what makes her beautiful