Just because we’re broken, doesn’t mean we aren’t beautiful.
Sometimes,
When something breaks,
It doesn’t need to be “fixed”.
Sometimes,
It’s beyond repair.
It needs to be broken again,
And again, and again.
Sometimes,
It needs to be made into
Something completely different.
Sometimes,
It needs to serve a new purpose.
Not the one it had
Striven so hard for.
Sometimes,
We are like mosaics.
We are beautiful messes
Composed of shattered shards.
Sometimes,
We are made to hold things,
Reserved and bold things.
Sometimes,
We are held.
Sometimes,
We are dropped.
We break.
Sometimes,
We repeat this cycle,
Until we get the mosaic right.
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