🌙 Masterpiece of Shattered Light


by Samantha Syrnich (TLC)
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The moon lifts her face toward me,
as if it remembers
every version of the woman I’ve had to become.

My hands rise without thinking—
drawn upward,
drawn inward,
toward a truth I’ve carried longer than breath:
I was never meant to disappear
in the darkness that tried to claim me.

Around me, the world bends into geometry—
shards of memory,
angles of grief,
fragments of everything life broke
but could not erase.

Yet even in those fractured shapes,
I see it clearly now:

the geometric world around me
symbolizing a life broken into pieces
that still forms a masterpiece.

A mosaic of survival.
A cathedral made of wounds.
A constellation born from every time
I stood back up.

And as I reach for the moon,
she reaches back—
soft as forgiveness,
ancient as truth—
reminding me that nothing shattered
has ever dimmed my light.

I was always whole.
Even when I wasn’t.

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