The way I see broken things

I look at it for long
Wondering how it knows
I find it all shattered
Gone from it's growth
Plain and broken
From pain that it suffered
I find it beautiful
The way that it is
Knowing its real
Because that's how life is
It strikes at any moment
Leaving us bruised
Praying for more dignity
We always lose ourselves
I find broken things beautifully flawed
It makes my mind sing that it's there for this world
I wonder how it feels to be perfectly wrong