Even a Broken Crayon Can Still Color

crayon snapped, its edges torn,

Its vibrant hues seem forlorn.

But in its fractured, broken state,

It still creates, it still creates.


Its jagged lines, though not as neat,

Bring beauty to the incomplete.

A masterpiece can still unfold,

Even when the crayon isn’t whole.


So too are we, in times of pain,

When life feels cruel, the losses plain.

Our brokenness, though hard to bear,

Can paint a story rich and rare.


For cracks allow the light to seep,

Into the hearts where shadows creep.

And like the crayon, though we fall,

Our purpose lives within us all.


So hold your pieces, do not despair,

Your colors shine, beyond repair.

In every stroke, in every hue,

A broken crayon still has value.


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