Design

There are different ways of creation,
Some planned intrinsically,
Others rushed and not thought out,
Through emotion or necessity.

I ponder on things I’ve created,
Mostly hurried and incomplete,
Because when the creator believes
She is faulty, she will plant feeble seeds.

I look at the world around me
How we’ve spiraled into such despair
And I wonder if all the broken things
Can ever become repaired

There is no power in the broken
But there is still beauty in the blemished
Wholeness is a long ways away