Poet 11586

Broken glass

My life is like a glass
Broken to pieces
Piece by piece
The glass lies at he side of the road
The wind blew this glass
Like dust in the wind
How come this glass is broken?
It can't be fixed
But my life can
My life will be repaired someday
My life is priority
It is my priority to fix it
Where did the wind go that blew this glass?
Why was this life shattered so many times?
Into so many pieces?
A shattered life is hard to put back together
But I am trying.