Midnight

I am not Glass

I am stronger than that

I am steel

Strengthened by everything that happens to me

I am not easily bent or broken

Yet, I stand on a pile of broken glass

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These shards are my past selves,

Shed as I change

Like a butterfly from a Chrysalis

And below those glass shards,

Is a pile of sand

Ever changing,

Ever shifting sand.

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The sand is our world

Our Earth,

Our planet

One wrong move,

And I will fall as the sand moves beneath me

I am afraid of what will happen

If the ground shifts too much

Yet, I know that even if I fall,

I will find my way back up again

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I find myself now,

At the bottom of the mound,

In the darkest hour of the world within my lifetime

It is the midnight of a new moon

With a pitch black sky

I wonder, if ever I will see the sun again

Or the view of the world

From the peak of the hill

And when all hope is lost

When I begin to fade back to Glass

I see a single star in the sky

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Hope

Is a strength

A powerful force

That one star that shines through the night

Turns my skin to steel

Stronger than I have been before,

I begin to climb