It would be easier
I think
To just be broken

When you break
You feel the damage
Know the chasm to be crossed
Assess if it can even be repaired

Or if it’s dead

Cracks are slower

Appearing subtly under pressure
Glaring loudly in half light
Hidden when you turn to the side
You don’t know where the reinforcements are needed
Fissures expanding
Weakening the whole
A once benign blow
Rattles a fragile core

Each tremble a threat
A force to be countered
By a now crippled heart

Waiting to be broken

So it can grow whole

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