The shards of my broken spirit
lay scattered in the grass,
Hidden in their reflection,
all that has come to pass.
Comforted only by the darkness.
Embracing shadows and obscurity,
I fold it all around me,
a warm blanket of security.
Swimming in the darkness,
nearer to repair,
I gather my broken spirit
flying, soaring through the air.
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