Broken and Beautiful
As the carpenter holds
the hammer by the neck
to unleash the next strike
it trembles in hesitance and
teeters in resistance.
While wall the witness
asks the hammer-
why do you dread the bricks?
None can compete
against your strength
With a single bang
you can shatter
the hailest bones
and the strongest stones.
It is not the bricks, I fear
replied the mighty hammer.
The tiny nails with whom I pair
who helps beautiful paintings
hold onto my defiled loops
who makes the ordinary holes
a resource to trust on.
I fear to hurt my loved
who tries to embelish my life
who even through the darkest holes
finds a way to tresspass a ray of light.
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