Broken?

I knew it was broken when I touched it that day.
That roughness of the edge, the smooth sides and the change in color…
I asked my friends and they agreed
I took it outside to look at it in the sunlight.
Same.
It was broken.
I used to love the intense deepness and the clarity I would always see in it.
I spent hours gazing into its abyss, bathing in all the nuances,
running with it, flowing with it, swimming in it.
I missed that unbelievable blue. It used to reflect so nicely into my eyes…
Well…
Maybe I can fix it. I mean, surely, it’s not broken for good, right?
If I can just find that missing piece…
Maybe I can grow the missing piece.
I know, it won’t be the same, but it will be whole again.
I will be able to sink into it again.
Others will be able to enjoy it too.
Especially since theirs is probably broken too…
I know. I will hold it close, love it, wrap it in gentleness, collect colors from the rainbow and dip it in them, warm it up in the sunlight, sing to it, make it feel safe.
It will be whole again…
… my heart.