The Beauty of Broken Glass
A poem that values the disregarded
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1 min readJun 14, 2022
The virtues of the whole
Have been gravely overrated
A sum can only be its parts
Cracked
Wholesome portraits of perfection
Cannot withstand life’s pressures
Born out of tension — diamonds
Shattered
Perforations begin to form
Around such unobtainable utopia
Instead give me its fault lines
Fissured
Formulaic brands slapped over truth
Will peel and tear with no resistance
But what’s in pieces holds possibilities
Smashed
Trustworthy in their shards of glory
Individual prisms of strengths
Knowing they can be reunited
Forged
Residents of the fragmented
Confident to shine amid the wreckage
Unencumbered by visage’s demands
Invigorated
Fractal cradles of light
Discovering purpose in the flawed
Broken but not yet dust
Transformed
