Artists take broken glass,
Glue the pieces,
Paint over the cracks,
“It’s abstract,” they say,
They color the fragments
In blue and green,
“It’s abstract,” they say
And with that, broken pieces are transformed to costly art
I’m searching for an artist,
To glue my brokenness
Glue the fragments together,
In shades of blue and green.
I want them to say, “It’s abstract,”
Because in that moment,
My brokenness will become priceless art.