Giuliana shares a profoundly touching poem about finding herself, through the metaphor of sea glass.
Rough hands emptied me just like his heart
Cracked lips and a cracked neck
Discarded in sand
Broken pieces like my own
The tides take me,
Break me, Carve my body
Into softer pieces
Harden not my heart
Caress what once was sharp
Wash the poison
Scatter what is shattered
I am no longer a vessel, used
I am a piece of myself
Yet to be found