Like a snowglobe
Shattered to the ground
In pieces
Is my life like
Thirty years of trying
to collect all the pieces
Delicately
But with purpose
Hold in those tears
Can't let them see you cry
Weakness that is
So many chose to tiptoe
afraid of getting cut
Little did they know
I would never have hurt them
I may have just needed
support and encouragement
to continue looking
for the still missing pieces
Too dangerous
That I am
For they all left...
And here I stand
Tiptoeing...
Still searching for the pieces...
of my shattered glass.