The forgotten gift

A gift so small
Soft and warm
You hold it with pride and love it like it was the only gift you had ever received.

As the years pass by your treatment becomes rough
Dragged through your mess and your chaos
the gift hardens,
Cracks and chips appear as you throw this gift on the floor.
Smashing it to pieces.

Finally you give up,
The gift becomes obsolete, left in the darkness of your world,
Forgotten.
You carry on with your chaos, never looking at the gift,
Never remembering the love you once held for the pathetic broken mess in the cupboard.

Changes come and go, and your life requires you to clear out the clutter,
You come across your once cherished gift,
Memories flood back of the wonder and happiness you felt upon receiving it.
You find some cheap glue and try to fix this,
carefully you place the pieces back together, taking your time to make it look new.
But this gift knows
It still shows the pain and mistreatment it suffered at your careless hands.
Does repairing this make you feel better?
Does this help you to forget the pain you caused?
This gift will seem like it's fixed, like it never was broken, if you are careful enough.
But if you truly care, and you look close enough, you will see that the cracks can never truly be healed.
That the facts will always be there, if only small, some pieces will forever be missing,
Some things can never be fixed.