~BEAUTY IN BEING BROKEN~

"Being broken is sad" words they have spoken,
But i have learned there is a beauty in being broken,

Beauty that lies in the lonely pearl of a broken string,
alone in a corner its shine can outshine anything.

Have you watched the earth removing its nightgown,
There lies the beauty in the break of dawn,

And they say being broken is a bad thing,
They changed your view of seeing everything.

You must love the butterflies in the field at noon,
You should see them breaking through their cocoon,

The beauty of the wings that came after putting up a fight,
But you seem to be lost and ignored what was in your sight,

They told you being broken means made up of dark colors and matter,
But you forgot the colors of spring that comes only when winter shatter,

They told you being broken means having empty spaces,
You failed to understand having space means place for new faces,

You never saw the beauty of life that has awoken,
It too came only when an egg shell was broken,

When we are broken don't means we are lost in depth of abyss,
For we are scattering our pieces into the life of people who are amiss,

There is much more beauty, that you seem to forgot,
Under the misconception that seem to have you caught,

Being broken is inevitable and beautiful for anyone and everyone,
as sometime soil too yearn for rain to quench its dryness from the sun.