Break, the ugly word.
It pains
it destroys.
But now and then
We must break things apart,
Break ourselves apart.
To learn and relearn
How to repair
How to heal
How to suffer when broken.
If we don't break it
Fate would.
Surely.
If we don't know
How to heal
Then how would we survive then?
© Arun Maji
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