Broken things are ugly
That is what they teach us.
They teach us to fix them,
Throw them out,
To buy something new.
But what happens when the broken things
Are irreplaceable?
When there is no more left on the shelves?
What happens when the broken things
Cannot be fixed?
When everything is just so broken
And shattered.
But what happens when the broken things
Are us?
When the broken pieces are not a screen,
When the broken pieces are of a heart,
The bone
The skin.
When the broken pieces are invisible.
When you know it is damaged,
But you cannot see why.
You don’t know how to fix it.
What do you do
When the broken things
Are beautiful?
Do you love them?
Do you learn about the cracks?
Do you try to fix them?
Or do you try to find something less broken?
But nothing is more beautiful
Than something broken.