A Broken China Poem by Cris Ben

i mustn't remain a broken china
for I will end up in the dumps

Not everyone picks up
shattered glasses and teacups

Lest they will get hurt and cut
and or clutter their messy lives

Though sometimes there's sanctity
in the broken that I further seek

That is the wisdom of knowing
one's value of love and courage

To myself, the strong virtues of
Self-worth and self-respect

That all in all claims and redefines
the essence of being whole again-