There had to be a deadly crash
to break the glass,
a transparent blockade,
that was put there, in front of my face.

Seeing the collision from above,
my body, I was out of.
I spent a brief time in outer space,
maybe in the final resting place.

A necessary explosion,
now I’m not broken.
A frightening breakthrough,
no more wall of see-through.

My life, it flashed
in front of my face.
A newfound appreciation,
my unexpected salvation.

The shards lay on the ground,
decorating my skin with wounds.
Everything around me is broken,
but I feel like I’ve awoken.