Shards

While I stared at the shards I was sketching the whole time I saw the resemblance they have with humanity

We are nothing but shards of history
Stumbling and ricocheting in diversity
Through chaos we flare
One by one falling elsewhere
And as we empathize and see;
We're all uniquely crooked
Our edges are incompletely crafted
Until the right shapes adhere
That a hollow begins to disappear
We slowly make up a whole
Only then we know;
We live with one soul