Unbroken*

When the past is broken

Should we try to put the pieces together again

Somethings turn to dust 

Barely a memory 

That even a photo 

Seems like a mere phantom 

Surely better forgotten

Let what is gone be gone

There is no going back

Any repair will never be like the original 

And may even do it an injustice 

Stirring a corrupt nostalgia for the past 

A ceremonial burial would be preferred 

Yet there are moments 

When the broken becomes unbroken

In a way that can never be the same as before

It must, by necessity,  be different

Shattered fragments coming together 

Speaking a thousand times louder 

Telling a new story 

Each broken piece 

A voice in a choir 

Singing of death and renewal

A message 

From the world of the broken 

Let’s not call it a repair 

It’s a resurrection 

A trumpet 

From the darkness of despair 

An indescribable dignity 

Not only unbroken 

But presenting something new 

An unexpected story

An unexpected face 

Through every destruction 

It cries out 

More noble than ever

I am here 

I am here 

You shall not 

You shall never 

Ignore or forget me 

I am the unbroken

Coming out of the dust 

shining out from the void  

When the sky overhead crashes upon you 

And the ground beneath you drops away 

Offer yourself to be totally broken apart 

So you may be broken open 

Then you will know

The unbreakable undying spirit

That you are.

*Shiv Charan Sing – https://karamkriya.com