The Beauty Of Brokenness Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In the gallery of existence, where dreams are draped like cloth,
Each canvas bears its splatters, each stroke a silent oath.
Life's portraits tell of journeys, in hues both bright and dim,
A masterpiece of chaos, where shadows speak to whim.

A garden's tangled whispers, where wildflowers intertwine,
The thorns embrace the petals, both yours and also mine.
Every leaf tells a story, in the dance of wind and rain,
A tapestry of longing, in pleasure, stitched with pain.

The sculptor's hands are trembling, as marble gently weeps,
He chisels out the softness, where beauty sometimes sleeps.
Each crack, a soft reminder, that time is shaped by scars,
A constellation of failures, with wisdom as our stars.

The river's winding journey, with bends of doubt and grace,
Sings lullabies of courage, as it carves its embrace.
The rocks, do not falter, though fiercely they may stand,
For in the dance of water, they learn to understand.

Beneath the crooked branches, where shadows weave their tales,
The heart finds strength in fractures—where light through darkness sails.
In every misfit moment, in every heart that's bruised,
We find the magic thread in the flawed, the broken, used.

So let us raise our glasses, to toast what seems awry,
In the tapestry of life, it's the threads that dare to fly.
For perfection lies not hidden, in symmetry's cruel bind,
But in the splendid chaos of the beautifully unrefined.