The Door To The Beauty Of Life

Value in what's broken.

    Have you ever had self value so thin it is like rice paper,fragile and see through.

Have you ever had a voice so loud but so soft. It sounds like screaming into a pillow.

Have you ever had a heart so big and red. You hate yourself for every little part.

Have you ever been so in love. That you would change the core foundation of who you are for them.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep because someone you don't like was going through something you still wish you could help with.

Now have you ever noticed that treasures of old societies that our people call priceless. Place on a silk pillow and put on display in a museum to be loved,learned and admired.

They are always chipped, broken, imperfect. Yet still seen as so important.

If something so broken can be called a treasure.

Maybe there is hope for me yet.