The Broken Window

This is for Mikeydred:s January Prompt.

There's always a new purpose.- Michelle Liew

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Once I opened to the world,

gleaming in the light of dawn,

A window with no flaws,

Their pride and joy,

Then I wasn't.

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My fall came abrupt,

Swipe of careless hand,

A knock on a sharp edge,

Then cracks formed -

I was a discard

In the corner of the old barn. 

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Rain found me there,

And so did seeds.

Roots moved forth through my jagged cracks,

Softened by moss.

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I was a home

A sanctuary for wildflowers.

My brokenness was a curse-

I longed for my time

For my smooth surface

My reason for being. 

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But petals opened from my cracks,

And I knew

My beauty was not fractured,

But repurposed.

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I stand proudly under the sun again,

An imperfect eye to the home's soul

With life-filled flaws

What I once grieved

Now hones me.