Broken Statues

We are all statues, figurines beaten and broken and worn.

We start off tall and confident and perfect.

Then storms and winds bear down on us.

Acid falls from the clouds in rain and withers us away.

Our beauty is lost.

Eyes are no longer fixated upon us.

Yet when it comes to this, there is a special elegance to be found.

The broken statue is the one that possesses a simple magnificence.