I was always told,
I was always somehow,
Broken.
Like a toy shattered into pieces,
Or a vase that has fallen from some height,
Broken.

So what can repair,
Something so Broken,
Hope?
I had that once,
And it was ripped away from my,
Hope.

What do I have now,
As I continue to be alone,
Life.
I continue to appreciate,
That I still stand here with it,
Life.