Broken

Broken, like a window pane.

Glass shards hit the ground

Scattered everywhere, no one

willing to put the pieces back together.

Hopeless, like a bird with a broken wing.

It’s unable to fly freely in the sky

And vulnerable to predators.

No one is there to help.

Worthless, like a penny in the gutter.

It slowly loses it’s luster

As it rots in the sewer waters.

No one can reach it.

Maybe someone will put the shards together.

Maybe someone will heal the broken wing.

Maybe someone will pick up the penny.

For how, they’ll remain

Broken, hopeless, worthless.