Mirror-Ball

Yesterday evening I saw a reel. Or short video, on Facebook.

It explains how to make a mirror-ball, you have to break lots of pieces of glass to create a beautiful item that shines beautifully.

So when you think you’re broken. Your not broken, your a just sparkly mirror-ball.

I then reimagined what was said, into this

Disco resurrection

Shattered shards, once discarded and forgotten,
Now gathered, polished, and reborn.
A disco ball, a beacon in the night,
Flashing, flirting, a mesmerizing sight.
Fractured fragments, their edges sharp and true,
Transformed into something wondrous, anew.
A symbol of resilience, a dance of light,
Your flishy, flashy, sparkling splendour, a dazzling delight.

(c)BobChristian

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About Bob W Christian

I’m Bob Christian; a husband, father, grandfather and cat dad. I’m a dyslexic poet. I am on the Autism Spectrum and I started writing poetry, or scribbles as I’ve always referred to them, to help me to process my thoughts and emotions. It’s also helped with my PTSD. It’s gone from there and after over 20 years is still going strong, I’m now finally dabbling in to photography as I’ve been told I have a good eye.

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