The pieces of your life,

That you now hold

In the cup of your hands,

Are but fragments

Of a whole;

For you are broken,

In ways that you could not

Have ever imagined,

It is only now,

That you have started to discover,

The when, and the how,

Of your brokenness.

You bend low

To pick up the shards,

Hurting yourself in the process,

But you are too numb to notice;

Instead,

You marvel at your ability

To hold pieces of yourself,

While you are disintegrating.

And just like that,

You begin to believe,

That in being broken,

You might just heal

And build your whole,

One fragment at a time.

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