Oh gosh! Poetry?? I'll give it a go
Hector
Hector was a cup
His place was in a pantry, high up
Hector had a dream
He wanted to be a mug
He exercised everyday
hoping to get bigger
but he stayed the same
for he was clay
One day Laura came for Hector
She picked him up
She dropped him
Hector was now a jigsaw
Hector thought his life was over
he was broken
crushed
bits of him lay powdered on the floor
But when a door closes
another one opens
Hector may be broken
but he was not forgotten
Aghast with grief
Laura took Hector to the shed
When she melted him
and remolded him
Hector was reborn
as a mug
He was stronger than ever
he was living the dream
Hector survived
So will you
This was just off the top of my head. I guess I'm trying to say, even if you're broken, you can be healed. Take care everyone!