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A poem

I gave this man
The pieces of my broken heart
With an apology and some tape
I realized this was unfair of me, so I paused
And gave him more choices
Did he want glue? Perhaps thread and a needle
He smiled

This man, he let me keep the tape
Instead, he created a kaleidoscope with the pieces
He adjusted the light just so
Every time I look up
All the colors shine on my face
And remind me of the beauty
That I contribute to the dark places

This man, he shows it off to people, waving them near
They all look, mouths slack with awe
Like visitors in an art gallery
They ask about the artist
He places his hand against his chest
In gratitude and says
She’s standing right in front of you