Broken

It snapped, broken rough edges.

They can make hurt, injure, puncture

Fragile skin, infect us with hate.

We cannot, we need to see those rough

Edges and try to bring them together.

For if we do not repair, we are lost.

The break is ancient, it asks us to see

Back and not only know our part,

But find how this rippled out.

New breaks added to the original.

It is not impossible, it must be done.

So work together, hear how to mend.

It is in mending we will heal.