When something breaks for the first time,
It will never be quite the same again.
For it has lost part of its self,
That cannot be returned or replaced.
Now it must choose to wonder in the dead past,
Or seek out the unknown path.
That leads it to the uncertain future.
It may choose to bleed out or heal from its wounds.
It may grow weak as a paper leaf.
It may be as strong as the uncontained sea.
And even if all scars have disappeared.
Or all cuts have seemed to heal.
Know this though,
It will forever have a wound on its heart and soul.