For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

It’s my broken sore mending the unbreakableA deep shaken hollow from the unshakeable

I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem 'Blue Stanzas

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

When you start dreaming- what’s there to boast?Life may treat you like a living ghostBrokenness haunts you until you perishDeath will bring you nothing to cherish

Too much brokenness makes things unbreakable

Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers

What’s there to find in a broken heart if not assembled pieces of love for a pristine startWhat’s there to see behind the curtain only things that you don’t know for certain

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.