Never Quite Broken

A broken glass sits in the corner

I threw it a long time ago

When I was angry at the world.

A broken pen sits on the table

I play with the pieces from time to time

But it is still completely worthless.

My heart beats in my chest

Broken into so many pieces

Everyone lacks interest in repairing it.

A plate sits broken in the sink

I threw it in there after a rather terrible dinner

I’ve left it as a reminder I cannot cook.

Yet here I sit

In a different corner of the room

Refusing to be broken.