Broken Crayons, Still Glowing Poem by Henrietta Ezegbe
Broken Crayons, Still Glowing
Cracks, once thought of as failures,
small ruins in the shape of a life,
carried in shame, hidden from sight,
unaware that dawn was waiting.
Then morning found them
and learned how to enter.
Light never asks for perfection;
it simply searches for openings.
Sometimes a soul survives
by breaking just enough to glow.
Indeed, broken crayons still color.
Light will shine through, it always finds a way.
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