What you call broken, I see as design—
Each quirk and edge that makes you uniquely you.
Your hesitations, your fears, your bold leaps:
Features, not bugs, in this complex human code.
Approach with wonder, not criticism's eye;
Behind each action lies a hidden tale.
What looks like anger might be ancient hurt,
What seems like distance, protection learned too well.
Assume the best in hearts you've yet to know;
Most souls are doing what they can to thrive.
Their puzzling choices make sense from within—
The logic of survival, love, and hope.
Understanding transforms judgment to grace,
Love walks beside without demand or change,
Presence offers what fixing never could:
The sacred gift of being truly seen.
For in this human journey, rough and raw,
There is no brokenness in being whole—
Just features waiting for a kinder gaze
To recognize the wisdom they contain.