"Broken, battered, and worn,
Crayons lie scattered, their beauty torn.
Once vibrant, now fragmented and frail,
Yet, in their brokenness, they still prevail.
Their colors still bleed, still shine,
Still bring joy to the canvas divine.
Though snapped and splintered, they remain,
A testament to resilience, to life's refrain.
A broken crayon's beauty lies,
Not in its form, but in its vibrant sigh.
It colors outside the lines,
A rebellious spirit, a creative cry.
In imperfect pieces, it finds new life,
A mosaic of hues, a kaleidoscope's strife.
It teaches us to find worth,
In the broken, the worn, the hurt.
For even in shattered forms,
Beauty remains, like scattered norms.
The crayon's essence stays intact,
A symbol of hope, of life's fractured fact.
Just as broken hearts still beat,
Broken crayons still color, still create.
Their imperfections weave a tapestry,
A masterpiece of resilience, of humanity.
This piece celebrates the resilience and beauty of imperfection, reminding us that even in brokenness, we still have so much to offer.