Break me.
CRACK!
Okay.
I’m broken.
Now what?
Discard me?
I am food for the soil.
If I am bone,
I can still be set,
even when shattered.
If I am wood,
then a branch becomes a stick,
which can be used to make a tool.
Break the stick,
the twig can be burned for fuel.
Grind the twig down,
and the sawdust can be used
still as fuel,
or spread out on the barn floor.
Still useful.
Feel my arm.
Feel that there?
That’s from breaking my arm
when I was young.
Feel my heart.
Feel it beating?
That’s me,
still alive
after so many times
I thought my heart
would never heal.
See my eyes.
The color there?
It’s still bright,
despite the wounds
the world would afflict me with.
Okay,
I admit to inflicting a few myself,
I still have the scars.
I’m not here to make excuses.
I’m just trying to show you
that even broken,
we still serve a purpose.
And we don’t stay broken
forever.
HG – 2022
