Some insist on breaking your spirit,
as if they live to diminish and decay
what little one you may have had
in the first place.
Yet somehow in the end,
when they only fail,
there always seems to exist,
someone out there in the world
to help you collect the shattered pieces
and gather yourself together again.
Even though you encounter the first more often,
the second is always expected,
and much more memorable.
So the breakers may one day come to find
how miserable they may be,
and the broken
rearranging those pieces.
Gluing together a stronger spirit
for the future to break apart again.