Broken Things Can Be Fixed
A crown on the ground
Broken but not shattered
Parts and pieces all around
You say “It doesn’t matter”
What’s broken is broken
It’s well beyond repair
While perfect stays prefect
But you’re not aware
Someone walks over
And picks up the pieces
Takes it back, without looking at you
You still remain speechless
They take some glue
And puts it back together again
They waited awhile
Before taking it in their hands
They walk to you
And place it on your head
“Broken things can still be fixed”
“But what if it falls apart again?”
They smile at you
And pat your head
“I’m sure you’ll know
What to do”
Copyright © Ariel Fleming | Year Posted 2021
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