Legacy

Broken shards of who I am
Who I could have been
Litter my memory,
But who I am
Is nothing without them.

Before I go,
Before my time comes to a close,

Know that I intend to pick up those pieces,
All of that litter,
And turn it into stained glass.
A beautiful mess,
Colors of the rainbow
Broken bits of all shapes and sizes
Coming together to form a beautiful legacy.