Walking on Broken Glass

Walking on Broken Glass

Walking on broken glass

the silence cuts deeper than the glass

every step a reminder

of what was once whole

The floor remembers

each crack carries an echo

my feet leave behind whispers

that sting more than blood

Every splinter knows my name

it carves truth into the soles of my feet

the burn is real the sting is mine

yet I keep moving forward

Shards glint like eyes watching

they wait for me to fall

but I stand taller with every cut

I taste the iron of defiance

Pain becomes rhythm

a song only I can hear

a melody of survival

threaded in scars

The ground becomes a mirror

splintered faces staring up

reminding me of the weight I carry

reminding me I am still whole

I walk because I must

because the glass cannot hold me

it breaks but I remain

raw yet unshattered

Walking on broken glass

I claim the ground

I claim my breath

I claim myself

No more broken glass

I walk away from you

I won the bloody war

I walk away wounded but stronger