A Golden Reflection

I'm looking through a not broken glass and see myself: all clad up in confidence, strength, love and kindness. The right picture I had in mind years back, when all was going well with my favorite people and strong will onhand of a tomorrow, welcomed by confetti. I see myself happy with pride, a good family at the back and an organized plan of life.

I'm looking through a not broken glass, shiny, beautiful and attractive to anyone's eyes. Passers-by would gladly take time staring at it to get the same radiance, to get the same hope of dreams falling by at the right time, on the right hand. This glass has asset that no other can copy, nothing can be compared.

It's one of a kind.

I'm loving this sturdy glass and yearns to touch it, hold and caress it. I want to kiss and appreciate it because it narrates my entire form of the past. When everything was all right, when everyone was present. I want to cry for this not broken glass, in happiness and encouragement of forever not wavering. Whatever happens, to never disappear and never be forgotten.

But I don't deserve this not broken glass, at all for today is wasting rapidly already, time is surely killing me. The confidence before of loving had gone to another place, and no trace was left to guide it back home. The love for all things God introduced to many from the day each and one of us was born.

My worth now is no more of a beautiful glass, but a broken one abandoned in a dirty studio  away from all the lovely things I adored before. I see nothing but emptiness around, no rays can pass through, only little creatures unafraid of the dark. Silence soon became a noise I want to avoid but no heart to. I'm just inside, not even counting the days or the time. Just living a peaceful, hateful life, staying away from more harm.

Until God brought me another me.

But he's not broken like me. He was magnificent, golden- dusted, tall and good. The past I that I could not bring back, the old likeable by all. I don't know what God has in store, why he brought me this treasure. I don't know why I am everyday face-to-face with a sun, that calms me down with his warmth.

I'm looking through another not broken glass.

-whzl
02/05/20 1156p
IG: @empresszahara
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