The Painting

Once I made a glass Painting Which was so good and beautiful, I could not believe my eyes for I made it And my day just went so Happy and cool

Hanged in a room where i used to sit It was part of starting and ending of my day, I showed it to my friend who came at my home But she did not believe me and went away Now I look at the painting everyday but with thoughts in my mind Doubting myself that maybe by mistake its made, Maybe i will never be able to make it again that beautifully The Painting was the same but my happiness for it changed

Overthinking about it led to breaking it one day I realised my mistake and rapidly gathered all pieces and paired , I tried hard but the damage was beyond the Repair