The girl with the taped up glasses.

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My glasses finally went ahead and gave up the ghost, today. Broken in too many places for just one set of hands to hold and repair, at once.

Alas, I need a second set of hands, to help me tape up broken glasses long in need of replacement.

I feel like these glasses, today:

Broken.

Old.

In need, of a second set of hands to help repair what has been broken for a long time.

I have a need, needs, in fact, that I can no longer repair, on my own.

When I was young, I had to wear broken glasses, to school. Yea, you know how cruel kids can be…*sigh*.

Tonight, as I struggle to tape up these damned glasses, I feel like that young girl:

Embarrassed.

Alone.

I think of that young girl, and tell her not to get down on herself. I tell her that she is priceless, no matter the brokenness of her eyewear.

I tell her that she will be okay.

I look upon myself, through bleary, teary eyes and tell myself not to get down on myself. I tell myself that I am priceless, broken glasses notwithstanding.

I ask God and Life, for another set of hands. I wonder what Their answer might be.

I am more than these broken glasses.

I am more than…

I am more…

I am…

He is, which makes me hopeful.

broken but still priceless,

Cassandra

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