Broken

A piece of glass on a family portrait always cracked but never completely shattered.
Strength of love and compassion held us up as weakness knocked on our door.
We always found the way to cover up the hurtful mistakes with some super glue.
And some how eventually the glue could hold no more.
The glass on that once semi-flawed family portrait shattered to pieces.
As I lay upon the shattered nothingness looking up at the causes, I forgive and forget and learn to love again.