What seems like a simple metaphor still has a way to be profound. How many times do we hear someone say or think or feel ourselves that "we're broken". Whether that was from our own trauma or suffering in silence. Forgetting what it's like to be held and mended and cared for. Or how to do that ourselves.

My favorite part about this piece was when you mentioned that its "brokenness was not its own fault". Sometimes, we think we are broken because of the pain we have to deal with, the life we have to cope with. Often, what we go through is not a product or consequence of us being bad, or deserving of it.

We are fragile. And that's okay. We can't be made of stone or pretend we are impervious to anyone's cut-downs or harsh comments.

A hopeful end here, well, really beginning. It's always a thought-provoking concept to me, the idea of believing someone can "fix" us, but are they really just helping us see how to piece ourselves back together. How it's only human to have missing pieces. How we have to find ourselves and that's okay. Just like having someone lift us up and show us our reflection, how we see ourselves, is not damaged beyond repair.

Beautiful piece. Please write more and welcome to PnQ. Looking forward to reading more!