The glass slipped
from hand to floor. Soft skin to hard wood. Held to fallen. Treasured to broken. Full with purpose Released into empty. Shattered. A vessel no longer. Shards. Still glass. Laying in pieces. Reflecting more light. Sharper. Dangerous. Expanded in dimension. Shape shifted. Purpose redesigned.
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AuthorLizandra Vidal is a poet, writer, and wellness expert. In 2015 she suffered a spinal cord injury and this blog is a space where she shares the story of her experience. Archives
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