Shattered Pieces

It fell from my hands, a mug I adored,

shattering softly, as if in a dream,

a moment so brief, yet it struck like a sword,

and the sound lingered long, a splintering scream.

Now two halves lie still, separated and bare,

a reminder that beauty can easily break,

how quickly we lose what we hold with such care,

as if life’s gentle curve was just one big mistake.

And yet in the shards, there’s a lesson profound,

a grace in the pieces that glimmer like light,

for what once was whole can still make a sound,

even fractured, we learn how to carry the night.