Shattered

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    You can't really fix a broken piece if it remains unbroken in others eyes.

   You can see the rough edges the chips in the paint the chunks that are missing, the shatter lines across it. Yet to everyone else it seems beautiful, strong, exactly how the artist intended it to look. You try to love it the way everyone else, to look at the beauty beyond the mistakes. But you try to run your soft fingers across it and he bruises you cutting into your subtle flesh like razors across the edge. You place your lips to the shatter points and it feels like it bites you holding you still caught onto it. The chunks it's missing fit your fingers perfectly in a way that you struggle to let go of it.

     You realize you cannot fix a broken piece if it does not want to be fixed. Its artist must return, apologize to the viewers, to point out the flaws trying to please the audience to show that the piece never meant harm it was simply broken. The artist must be the one to fix it. To sand down the rough edges with rougher hands that moved with such gentle delicacy. To smooth out the shatter lines, reinforcing the foundation of the peices. To paint over the chipped pieces, placing more material in the chunks missing. To rebuild the pieces until everyone around it softened as well, noticing their own cracks and chips.

     You cannot fix a broken peices, unless the artist who created it takes the time to feel the pain of their best work being broken and in need of repair. You cannot fix a broken piece until its artist makes the first step. You can gather the supplies, the sandpaper, molding clay, paintbrush and paint. Lay it out in front of the artist offer to hold the paintbrush, to hand them the clay as they worked.

       But you cannot heal a broken person until they take the time to make that first step themselves. You cannot fix a broken person, you will never be able to, no-one but themselves are able to see their own negative impact, the pain they cause to others, to repair themselves. To use new pieces, gain new knowledge, new communication,new ways of seeing the world. Yet the shatter lines will be visible under the paint. The chunks will have slight color differences, the touch edges will remain rough in small spots. You cannot fix a broken person for they will always remain broken.

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