pearls of sorrow
sorrow is waves crashing through us
clashing with the shards lying broken on the floor
our reflection staring back at us
always warped and never complete
yet
the more the waves wash over us
swallowing us whole
until it feels like there's no air left
slowly but surely the sharp pain loses its edges
until what is left are pearls
shaped like tears
and one day I can put them away in a beautiful box
taken out only occasionally
