My mind makes a mosaic of memory,

glass projections tied together in fluidity.

Nonsense shapes incomplete but cooperating

in order to make something beautiful.

Panes are bright and colorful, sometimes cracked and not.

Spiderweb fragments of childhood I forgot

interspersed by despair and fear.

But these memories are important, because they are me

and even the painful things are pretty

if you don't let them overtake what makes you happy.