Broken Bangle Pieces

Broken bangle pieces,

Lay scattered across the floor,

Each a different colour,

Each a different size.

But each told a different story,

Of every broken dream,

Each had a hidden tale,

Of every heart break.

How do I put it together?

Their ends match no more,

Will they even look the same,

Even if I can glue them together.

Instead I scooped them all,

And made a kaleidoscope,

Now every broken piece,

Makes life more beautiful.