So it had to be

...and if it had to break then it must,
For it was not never meant to be whole.
The scattered pieces will infuse the sweetness,
That the selfish hold wanted to keep for its own.

So there it lies, shattered in the dirt;
Let the wind take the crumbs away.

I am paralysed only to watch-
scared to touch,
scarred to hold.
Marred to move,
maimed to speak.
Tuned to defeat;
this was to be.