Shattered

Why does it always seem like you could throw a glass at the concrete floor and it won't break, but the moment you knock it accidentally onto the carpet it explodes into a million pieces? Well, maybe it's something like the glass can withstand all it sees coming, but when someone you loves knocks you down unexpectedly? That's the type of thing that shatters. And now, you're kneeling on the floor trying to pick up the pieces but all it's doing is cutting your hands and hurting you more and more. You're in the middle of a mess, with no foreseen way to fix the broken glass. You can't go left, can't go right without encountering the mess that's been made of your life. What about up? What if we looked up and threw our hands in the air like a toddler that's tired of walking on their own two feet. "Up, Daddy, up!" My feet are tired, my hands are bloody, my heart hurts. 
But even if we escape the reality that has left our body broken, we are not yet healed. We are bloody and bruised and still need time. Life doesn't give you a cure-all, Life gives you the strength to endure another day. To look up and find the strength to get through the mess. The strength to love. To hurt. To heal.