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 donβt 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.