A Wine Glass

People drank from the glittering wine glass.

I appeared healthy when I was a baby.

The glass was broken.

During my childhood I was abused.

The glass lay shattered.

I was dysfunctional.

Many people cut themselves on the fragments.

Unknowingly I hurt many people.

The fragments were ground into tiny granules.

Many people retaliated.

Only powder remained.

I was a broken person.

The wind played with the powder.

Many people took advantage of me.

One day the powder was taken to a factory.

I was told about God.

In the factory the powder was recycled into a new wine glass.

God used professionals, self help literature, and support groups to make me well again.

Once again people can drink from the glittering wine glass.

I have a purpose again.