Brokenness, Poetry

Born From Brokenness


Shattered dreams

Where once was hope

Scattered around me

Broken before its time

Sharp and painful edges

Reminders of brokenness

How I am undone.


Picking up the shards

Examining what’s left

Of lost dreams

It just wasn’t to be

In the brokenness

The future lost to me.


Nothing of use is left

What seems lost time will see

Seeds planted in times past

Though burned by fire

Through the ashes

Grow the greatest of trees.


From what remains

A beautiful work of art

Made by broken Hands

So that we would be whole

A miracle I now see

Born from brokenness.