Shattered Glass...

There is no fight left in me.
There have been too many battles
Depleted and damaged
I have lost the war.

I feel broken.
As though I have been waivering
Like a piece of glass on a ledge
And have finally been matched against
The fiercest of winds
I tried to stand my ground
But could not
Falling...falling...falling...
*SMASH*

And there are so many offering to help pick up the pieces
And I am so grateful

But I am not without the knowledge
that these patched pieces will never be as good as the whole
Those cracks, as scars, will show

The perfection that could have been
That wasn't

All the beauty that should be
And isn't