Just a pile of broken pieces scattered on the floor.
If only someone had the courage to sweep them out the door.

It wasn't broken all at once, no, there's a million different reasons.
It happened over many years and through every passing season.

It no longer matters how it broke or even who's to blame.
What matters most, unrepaired, the fragments still remain.

The pieces were never looked at, picked up, fixed or glued.
Rather they were stomped on, crushed and left just out of view.

It's seemed so easy to walk right past all the pieces on the floor.
It would take too much time and effort to restore them like before.

Attention, patience, understanding and love.
All things the broken was once made of.

It often takes anothers eyes to see the shattered mess.
And often times those pieces will still cut them nonetheless.

Because the pieces are sharp and broken, doesn't mean the beauty's lost.
It only takes some time and patience, but do trust it's worth the cost.

Open your heart and look past all the mess, lying shattered by your feet.
See all those pieces for not what they are but what they might could still be.

Give it time to slowly mend what is broken all around.
For the effort that is given, loves return is more profound. 

Then one day all the broken pieces lying scattered on the floor,
Will be made whole, entirely complete and more beautiful than before.

© Jenn S