Shattered

That’s the word that comes to mind when I try to find a word to best describe how I’m feeling lately. Like broken glass.

A glass is sitting on a kitchen counter. The glass is a sturdy container. It holds whatever liquid that you want to put in it. Some days, it may hold a drink of water for a thirsty man just coming in after mowing his yard. Some days, it may hold orange juice for a mother who is getting ready for a busy day. And, on other days, it may be filled with nice, cold milk in the hands of a tired child having her bedtime snack. A container for many things……..maybe, even a bouquet of flowers freshly picked from a front lawn. A glass is sitting on a counter. A careless movement of an arm sends the glass crashing to the floor. Along the way, it’s contents are splashed on walls, counters, chairs. It’s liquid may spill onto a new carpet, staining it with patches of color. The glass may break into two or three pieces. Although unsightly, the glass can be glued back together. But, what happens if the glass explodes into many, many tiny, sharp shards? A patient and persistent person may still be able to glue the glass back together. In probability, pieces will be missing and the glass will have a haphazard and not very stable appearance. What about the liquid? There is no way to replace that very liquid that was spilled. More liquid that is just like that liquid can be poured into the glass. And, if the glass was not broken into too many pieces and glued together, it will hold the new liquid. But, if the glass was totally shattered, no matter how much glue is applied, it cannot hold new liquid.

I feel like the shattered glass. Somehow, I have seemed to lost whatever “liquid” that I contained. And with the breaking, I left stains that cannot be cleaned with any cleaner. And, the possibility of being glued back together is not very real.