Mended

Mended

No longer perfect,

The art defied its creator

The masterpiece was broken,

Wrecked at the heart

Despite its natural beauty,

The wreckage had taken its toll

Though spectators were blind,

The creator could see

Straight to the heart,

He looked day by day

He longed for a change,

For salvation from the pain

His statue still blinded,

Until it knew him one day

He was not blinded,

Was not even dimmed

Something was different

This feeling was new

This feeling hurt,

But, for once, there was truth

The broken heart could be mended,

If the truth it would keep

The wreckage begged for forgiveness,

And soon it was free

It no longer blinded,

A new beauty shone

But the wreckage had left

A devastating blow

The creator had mended,

But at what cost to his own?

Together, they shared

A sorrow for the past

But mended, it now held

A hope that would last.

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~ by Lady Molly on March 2, 2010.

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