I have been reminded of this time and time again as I struggle with an abusive past, and the extraordinary effort it takes to re-claim your life, yourself. I battle a soul, my own, that has been damaged. I will never be whole, but, I can still take what remains and face the sun, allowing that light to warm those broken pieces. Take those pieces which will never quite fit together, but can still form a beautiful image. Sometimes, it is the shards which create the more enduring beauty.