Beautiful

Pieces on the floor, are you missing any?
Will you ever be whole, there are so many.
Gather every last piece if you dare,
For you are a unique puzzle, without any spare.
When you’re done putting them together,
Don’t ever let them be your sacred tether.
There will still be some cracks left, though,
Just how perfectly you were broken, it’ll show.
And don’t be afraid the next time you shatter,
A work of art that only gets better and better.
Remember, you’re beautiful, broken or whole.
It’s not the heart you need to worry about, but your soul.