Broken Brand New

The cup has shattered.

Pieces all around.

The tiny shards, like diamonds,

 sparkle on the ground.

Walking inside to find a broom.

The light reflects off the pictures in his room.

Mosacis of all shapes and sizes.

Scattered on the walls.

Every single one of them once broken

from a fall. A shattered, broken piece of something

he used in daily life. Now a different kind of use.

The pieces bring merriment and delight.

He smiles as he is sweeping the pieces off the ground.

He has a new project. A new creation has been found.