I see the person you are now.
I remember the person you once were.
I recall the day the glass shattered and your countless attempts to put together its shambles.
All I see now is you covered in scars and some missing pieces.
But hold that thought.
I also see the new you when the glass shines as the sun is up.
You in your true morning glory.
Maybe that’s the trick.
To let the light slightly in and to shine on.