Just as the glass blower molds glass
and fills it with the rainbow
seconds before it hardens,
our innocent years fill us up
with habits,
with dreams to fulfill.
Perhaps after the formation,
we must break apart into a million pieces,
so that we may pick up the ones
which resonate with our soul
and glue them back together
with the hope of creating something resembling
the truest expression of our self.
We mustn’t fear the breaking,
because only after the breaking
comes the re-formation.
❤ Shilpa