It’s broken

Worse, smashed to smithereens

No point keeping it

Throw it away, you tell yourself

Yes, says everyone around you

It’s past fixing, throw it away

So you do, or

You thought you did

Until you find it

Hidden away in a corner

Waiting for you to see

And this is the mystery 

If your hope is broken

It should be gone

If it still exists (a paradox, surely)

If you still hope about your broken hope

Then maybe it’s not as broken

As it seemed to be

Maybe you can fix it

Maybe you can restore that part of you