Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

I found an empty chair
and sat on it
to find myself even emptier.
I found a broken glass
and looked at it
to see my dissolved face
a little prettier
I found a steep doorway
and entered
in order to close my exit.

From the poem 'Blue Stanzas

I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.

Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers