Broken Things
By Amber Jones
There is beauty in broken people
there is beauty in broken hearts
there is beauty in broken dreams
there is beauty in broken things
Everyone has their story,
things that wrecked their souls,
bringing about novel impairment;
there is beauty in broken people
To the part of ourselves we give
strangled and shredded in the hands of another,
left barely beating in order to better love;
there is beauty in broken hearts
When our hopes and dreams are lost
in the closed doors of life,
new doors open and dreams peak through;
There is beauty in broken dreams.
When dawn breaks a new day awakens,
the sky ignites in a variegated display
and beauty glares despite the fallen night;
there is beauty in broken things
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