When a broken hand
Picks up a broken pen
And out comes a broken thought
Seeping from a broken heart
That broken thought becomes a part of the written word
And now the heart is free to let it go
The broken soul
With an uninjured imagination
Can take those broken words
And construe them up into a world
Where all that was once broken
Can injure those it was hurt by
Giving as bad at it was given
At last, when justice is served and all wounds avenged,
A happy ending to follow
Hope, with its warm rays
Will mend torn tissues and all broken parts
And then,
You will be healed
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