Memories are like glass

There are the shiny ones

That you put on display

Or that you keep in your pocket

For a rainy day

There are the painful ones

Like when you got in trouble

That you avoid

Because they shatter your bubble

There are the distorted ones

Blown into curves

That when told as truth

Get on your nerves

There are the fragile ones

That you handle with care

So you think of them fondly

Instead of in despair

There are the cloudy ones

Through which you can’t see

So you aren’t quite sure

What they’re supposed to be

But mostly, there are the discarded ones

Sent back into the abyss

That you didn’t register so

You’ll never miss

So to live in the light

To make sense of it all

You have to collect these memory shards

The shiny, the painful, the fragile, the cloudy

To make a mosaic bright and tall

With all the pieces

Distorted and true

Of the fragments of your story

Of what it’s meant to be you

Because only then

After everything

In your life

That’s come to pass

Will you see the beauty

Of your full life clearly

Staring back at you

In the glass