Shattered Liberation

In the fragments of what once held tight, A figure emerges, lost in the fight. The red glow on the face, a burning fire, A call to rise, to never retire. The lines that bind, they start to break, As the figure reaches out, for a new path to make. In the chaos, a new form is born, A being reclaimed, from the ashes torn. The hand outstretched, a plea to the void, A search for connection, a heart employed. The splintered glass, a reflection of the soul, A journey through the fragments, to make whole. The light that filters, a promise of the new, A chance to rediscover, to break through. In the shattered remains, a story unfolds, Of resilience and strength, of a spirit bold.