III. The Mosaic Capstan

Take all the sadness, still never quelled
Dissect the misery, let it meld
With all the traumas past, slow burn them down to green glass
Abstract the contrast

Under a lens you may see blood and bone
You'll see the sorrow blur the edge of the whole
But if you step back slowly, widening your focus
In broken glass you’ll catch a glow

How does anything evolve before it decays?
How do you find the light when you sleep through the days?
How do you pull yourself together when fractured in so many ways?
It starts with learning to love
It starts when death turns to growth
It starts with holding on to life and never letting it go

We're painted with joy, sculpted by grief
And tragedy can be just a path leading, weaving into beauty unseen

I couldn't be
Who I’m meant to be
Without finding peace
In every perfect broken piece
I see clear the mosaic revealed