I am...

I am shattered glass... 

Each shard a reflection
Showing a sharper side to me
A kaleidoscope of colors
Culminating into a
Stained glass built of scars
I am beauty in pain...
Bruises faded by time
Creating a unique rorschach piece
In awe, you stare and wonder
What each whirling section
Means for the whole
I am the broken box of Pandora...
The hope left at the bottom
A hand outstretched in the dark
Burning my fingertips
With shrinking match sticks
So you can see the way
I am the rock in the quicksand...
As you sink you feel me there
And your racing heart beings to soften
Knowing there's a place to land
That will keep you from your
Overwhelming fate.