Shattered Serenade
Reflection
In the silence, a voice is born,
From shattered fragments, a soul is reborn.
The red ember glows, a heart aflame,
As splintered lines dance, a desperate refrain.
The figure rises, a phoenix from pain,
With outstretched hand, a plea to remain.
In this abstracted form, we see our own strife,
A reflection of the turmoil, the inner life.
The artwork whispers secrets, of trials and of strife,
And in its beauty, we find a fragile, flickering life.
The mixed media whispers, a story untold,
Of resilience and hope, in a world grown cold.
The splattered paint, a manifestation of the soul,
A cry into the void, a heart made whole.
In the shattered glass, a reflection we see,
Of our own brokenness, and the beauty to be.