“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~ Anton Chekhov
I had to come to the brink of shattering completely before I found my strength.
Gossamer-thin fissures crisscross my whole being. You can’t see them unless I’m standing in the Light, then I am ablaze in a suit of golden chain mail. A battle shield of such mettle, that none can stand against me.
Refracting the blinding sunshine, my sorrows, my pain, my loss and trials, send out promises to the darkness.
I will not break.