I know of broken things

I know of broken things by debgrant

They say writers should write

what they know.

I know of broken things.

Families and feathers.

Teeth and toes.

Promises and pride.

I know of broken things

Moments spilled.

Seeds unwatered.

Words pruned.

I know of broken things.

A lifetime of not quite right.

Of eating crumbs of shame at night.

Of hearing wrong, always wrong.

I know of broken things.

Broken hearts that still tell stories in broken sentences

Even when no one is listening,

That still hold hope bloodied.

I don’t know how to make things whole.

I do know how to hold pieces.

I know the crumbs are eucharist nonetheless.

I know of broken things.

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