The pieces sparkle when they catch the light, but in the dark, they draw blood.
Remnants of something that was shattered; something that can’t be pieced back together as it was before.
The only hope to restore its beauty to something lovely, and not jagged, is to create something new.
Using each broken piece, the old becomes new.
The pain becomes beauty.
What once was fragile and shattered, becomes strong and whole.
But first, it had to break.