Broken Crayons Still Color

Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive, Broken crayons, yet they thrive. Purple persists in its royal grace, Pink too, in its delicate embrace. Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred, Yet each color, its essence unscarred. A tapestry woven, albeit frail, In their imperfection, they unveil. Awkward they feel, in a trembling hand, Difficult to sharpen, to understand. Yet in their struggle, a lesson learned, To cherish each moment, each color earned. Through the scribbles and the lines, A masterpiece, against all confines. A star awarded, a testament true, In every stroke, their resilience anew. An A+ gleams, a testament bright, In the world of hues, they shine with might. For in their fractures, a beauty found, Broken crayons, still coloring profound.