Broken Crayons Poem by Maya Hanson

We are all
broken crayons,
painting the sky wide open,
whisking together a spectrum
made of chaos

We match each other's heartbeats,
combine differently with each new minute,
sinking our souls into whatever they want…
sky blue and yellow
spill out laughs for their elation,
black melts down
with heartbreak or despair

We settle along blank paper,
find our homes in swirls of color
and make the music and the madness come alive

but inevitably
we break open,
leaving trails of shavings,
of being lovers and fools

And the way we spend our hues
with devastation, contemplation
even on days we wake up crying
we still linger on the page

We aren't whole
but we know we aren't alone

We sleep side by side,
dreaming of tomorrow,
when this magic will light up their eyes again.