Shattered.
Pieces scattered.
fragments strewn.
Devastated.
Yet gather the remains
handle with hope,
and persevere.
Reassemble
a facsimile
of the whole.
Ceaseless recollection
of breaking alone
damages
honest perspective
of the next day
preventing sorrow
from going away.
Each shard has a place
Now transformed,
by the bond of repair.
Glued together
by hope not despair,
a future created
a life renewed.
Accept the construct,
remember its early beauty.
it will shine through
the cracks of repair.
Transformed into today.
Beautiful in its own way
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