The Mosaic

We were seeing Venice,
St. Mark’s Basilica to be exact.
We were admiring the mosaics,
so many tiny shattered pieces
creating into something greater than
its broken parts,
something beautiful.
It made me think of our family,
up close, we were
a mosaic of broken truths
creating a portrait of
a fractured family.
But with some time and
maybe some distance,
you could see the whole of us
for its beauty.

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