Cracked like an egg on the floor of life,
fragile shell scattered
underfoot of an apathetic chaotic world.
Splintered like rotten dead wood
torn and tattered by weather,
strewn across the forest of life.
A heart shattered like tarnished dreams
on the avenue of soulless hope
shadowed by desperation’s blackness.
Shards of sunlit glass fallen
along the window pane,
of an abandoned spirit’s home.
Fixing what is broken is difficult,
when the psyche is clouded
by haunting memories of what used to be.
New sunny skies are needed
to welcome a new horizon,
polished to maximum brightness.
This broken thing can only be
rejuvenated by compassion,
by human fortitude of hopeful faith.
Two things that can mend
the broken in our world,
once we admit we are truly human.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021