None of us are broken.

I am not broken. I do not need to be fixed
I am not a glass sculpture that has shattered
into a million pieces
No
I have not shattered
Rather
I am a glass sculpture that has had dust and cobwebs collecting
in every tiny crevice
for years and years
And now
It’s time
To clean them out
To gently,
delicately,
prod and wipe at every nook and cranny
Until
Years of dusty pileup are removed
And I shine
and reflect
once more