Each fractured dream, worn and pale
Scattered remnants of a broken tale
Pieces of sorrow, whispers of pain
Carried by winds that know only rain
I reach through the dark, though nothing aligns
These remnants, echoes of lost signs
An image unformed, jagged and torn
Edges so sharp, where hope feels worn
But someday I’ll see, when all falls in place
A sharp mosaic that time can’t erase
The scars and the lines, the beauty unknown
Together they shine, a masterpiece grown
I once cursed each scar, each bruise and fall
Saw them as ruins, with no meaning at all
But patterns arise from the chaos I’ve known
A silent design, in shadows shown
Each trial a color, each pain a shade
Blending together, a life displayed
From close it’s unclear, jagged and weak
But distance reveals the strength I seek
So someday I’ll see, when the pieces align
That even the fractures can brilliantly shine
The weight of my trials, the depths of my night
All part of a mosaic, drawn into light
For each shadow held a whisper of grace
Each broken line finds its rightful place
What seemed like ruins, shattered and cold
Were building a vision, vibrant and bold
So I gather these fragments, bruised yet whole
For each holds a piece of the story’s soul
And when all is clear, the picture will show
That even the darkest shadows helped me grow
But someday I’ll see, when the pieces align
That even the fractures can brilliantly shine
The weight of my trials, the depths of my night
All part of a mosaic, drawn into light