I am broken. I am made up of many tiny broken pieces that were reconstructed out of lost pieces of string and paperclips. I am a woman who was loosely put together after life threatened to destroy her. I have learned to bargain and barter with the universe and have found some remnants of glue and slowly constructed myself into something more that a fragmented person. The human spirit can with hold more that we care to give it credit. It can rise from the ashes and persevere. It can learn to grow something beautiful out of something that was so ugly and wrong. I have learned that being broken makes me beautiful. I am like stained glass quite unique and colorful made and forged by experience and healed by love. You can no longer see my broken scars but are confused by my complexity as like the stained glass I appear different depending on how you shine the light.