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Shattered Glass

Shards of glass line the floor; broken are the fragmented pieces of someone’s spirit. Each shard unique in shape. Some rectangular while others form prisms, prisms that refract the most elegant of sun rays the most delicate of souls. Souls once lost in the forest gasping for air, shrieking for help.

The house allowed them to lay resting in the very spot they shattered for years out of fear that moving them too quickly could cause further damage. So there they sat while passers-by questioned and pressed. Until one day, it was time for the pieces to become something new somehow. The shattered glass could no longer be a window, but the possibilities endless as to its new use. So the glass was picked up piece by piece and glued on a wall.

The shards of glass that once lined the floor now individually glued together to form an exquisite art piece in the kitchen. The piece depicts a familiar face. The face of a lost girl who once screamed in the woods for guidance. A face once composed of broken parts and a million shattered pieces, now something whole. Passers-by often question, who the girl is that hangs on that wall? And I tell them why that girl is me.

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A Figure

There’s this person I’ve spent my entire life searching to find. I’ve scoured the highest mountain tops and the majestic dark forests—years of my life devoted to meeting this figure. As the answer to my problems, a figure built in my mind, the problems deep-rooted that have grown around me like a twisted vine festering underneath my skin.


I traveled to the deepest of oceans and saw the beauty within the bright orange coral but never found my answer. I went to the driest sandiest of deserts, and no resolution was reached. I flew to the coldest iciest place on earth in hopes that this person resided there. But alas, my travels were futile, and I returned to my home, disappointed.


For years I thought this person was lost at sea that they were an enigma fabricated by my imagination. Until one day, I looked in the mirror as my life experience and travels flashed through my mind, and I realized the person I’ve been searching for was never in those forests. The figure was never in the bottom of the ocean because that person was always closer than I could have ever imagined. After all, I am the mystical figure I’ve devoted to my life to find. You see, I always thought the voice that called to me was out in the world, but recently I’ve discovered that I could never find that person because I was searching in all the wrong places. It turns out the solution to my problems never lied within someone else’s breath or words; it always has remained within me. And this lesson I shall carry with me for the rest of my days, to teach my children, that a mystical figure doesn’t exist that’ll fix any problem because ultimately we have to do that ourselves.