Broken but Starting New

Shiny pieces of broken things.
You try to take them away from me.
I won't let you no matter how hard you try.
Just that one fact makes you curious as to why
I'm collecting all these pieces of the long forgotten things.
Hiding them in my bedroom for only me to see.
Until one day when I can show them off,
my beautiful pieces of art.
Made from misconstrued intentions,
where others believe them to cut, stab and inflict pain,
I believe them to start new.
To seek a person to make them beautiful,
to make them whole.
A new work that is now complete giving hundreds of tiny shards hope.
Slices and slivers and shards of glass
Not hurting but simply showing off.
With a glimmer, a sparkle, and a glimpse
I'm giving these slices, slivers, and shards a purpose.