Broken crayons still color

Even in fragments, you are enough

Broken crayons still color
Cracked wings still learn to fly.
Torn pages still tell stories.
Bent petals still bloom.
Wounded hearts still beat
Shattered glass still shines in light.

Bruised skies still give birth to stars.
Silence still carries songs.
Scars are proof of survival
You don't have to be whole to be powerful
Even in pieces, you're still enough

Enitan Eleto