Break The Glass

Break the Glass To those who thought they broke me— News flash… you did not break me. You only shattered the glass that once confined me, The fragile shell I had been living in. You see that glass was not protection, It was a barrier, a prison of my own making. I had encased myself in it, thinking it kept me safe, But all it did was hold in the pain, the fear, the trauma. The wounds inflicted by those who sought to hurt me Did not destroy me; they became my awakening. They pushed me—forced me—to see the truth: That I was never truly free inside that glass. I once believed I needed someone else to rescue me, That someone else had to mend my brokenness. But I was wrong. It was me all along. I held the power. I had to break the glass myself. Trauma whispers lies, convincing you that you are weak, That you are irreparably broken, unworthy of joy. It tries to chain you to the past, to make you doubt your strength. But trauma was wrong. How deep were the wounds that held me captive? How long did I try to stop the bleeding, Bandaging my pain with perfectionism, people-pleasing, and masks. Hiding behind a smile that concealed my suffering. But here I no longer stand hiding, no longer afraid. Brave enough to peer into the depths of my wounds, To unearth every root of pain, every seed of sorrow. I refuse to let them fester. I refuse to let them define me. So, I cleanse them, I tend to them with love, Until they are no longer open wounds but healed scars. Scars that tell my story, scars that carry my truth. Scars that bear witness to my resilience. And still, I remain. Still, I rise. Not broken, but reborn. Not shattered, but whole. A living testimony to healing, to growth, to survival. So today, I celebrate my healing. I declare to my past, to my pain, to my trauma— "I have made it. I am free." Look how I am thriving! By Claribel Coreano 2/25/2025 Glory to God for His healing power!