Mosaics: A Poem

Just because we’re broken, doesn’t mean we aren’t beautiful.


When something breaks,

It doesn’t need to be “fixed”.


It’s beyond repair.

It needs to be broken again,

And again, and again.


It needs to be made into

Something completely different.


It needs to serve a new purpose.

Not the one it had

Striven so hard for.


We are like mosaics.

We are beautiful messes

Composed of shattered shards.


We are made to hold things,

Reserved and bold things.


We are held.


We are dropped.

We break.


We repeat this cycle,

Until we get the mosaic right.

Published by brandy ange

I am an author, a reader, a craftsman, and a fitness enthusiast. I write about all of my passions, and love to share my experiences with friends and strangers alike! Stay tuned to read more about what I'm writing, and what this crazy self publishing endeavor looks like. I post new content on Tuesdays, and will alternate between my passions. Thanks for joining in this adventure called life with me! God Bless!

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