In half
Or partially whole
Adorned in its beautiful wrapper accompanied by its given name
A broken crayon still colors all the same
If I were going to paint a portrait
It would come out beautiful even if all the colors ran together to create a new hue
If I were going to describe a more vibrant individual… it’d get no better than you
I found you in the bottom of that old craft box
Abandoned for things in shinier wax coatings , used for display pieces because they were new
But in your own way you stood out because making disdainful things appeal to the untrained eye is what you do
Master of nothing but your incognito ability to perform wondrous works
You put out all you have even if it hurts
Even if it leaves you filed down into a used up nub
You have left your mark
You worked it
You made it worth it
Gave it what you had left nothing but strokes of indifference left up to interpretation
And you’ll smile in your exhaustion even if they don’t appreciate it
Because your value never depreciated
You’re the last one out
The after thought to so many who came before
But a broken crayon still gave existence a chance and showed it’s true color in more depth than ever before
You’ll get put away til next time in that old craft box
But where you’ll be when the lid comes off again
Is right there on top
I’m the mixed company of those who can never again say they are asked of more than you
Who will never again have the chance to say the wholeness had a leg up on the two halves that now make you
You’re twice as good now
You never have to pick your best part
Broken crayons can still make rose art
-Beauty has always and will forever be surface deep. Never opt out of painting your picture and showing what beautiful things you can contribute to this world…. I used an old pen that was almost out of ink to write this….