Stained broken glasses

You stare at what you have right now, broken fragments of a future you've once clearly pictured - a dream you built on fragile glass.

You remember how a slight pressure broke the picture and sent the pieces flying. Now you are afraid to pick the pieces up, for fear that they would break even more. Such fragile, fragile things - human dreams.

But these broken pieces of your life are all you've got. These broken pieces are things you see whole, for they once were part of a planned future you had for yourself.

You decided to make new plans now, for a different future. Take what you've had left, and start rebuilding your picture. So swallowing your fear, you gently reach out for the first piece of glass, a dream you still want to pursue, and in doing so you cut yourself. Your blood oozes out from the wound and drips. One drop. Two. Three.

You cried uncontrollably. You know that more than your dreams getting broken, you got pretty much broken yourself. The future is nothing but a bleak vision. You cried because you don't know how to start over.