Broken

It could be beautiful
It's broken, I run across it in a dusty shop
It was made long ago and beautiful
It's broken now.

I purchase the broken unrealized treasure with the intention to fix it

Days to weeks
weeks to years
years to decades

During these times I work on it
Sometimes I work harder at it
Sometimes it sits for months with no attention
Gathering dust, until I remember again
the un-realized treasure in my possession

I tell family, friends and neighbors what I'm working on through the years
I gain their admiration and appreciation
Most of the time just for taking on such a grand project and hefty task

Most admire me for the effort alone
At times the recognition is enough
And I momentarily abandon the goal of
total refurbishment

At times it sits to be a story to be admired by others

In the end I know that to fix my currently broken, but possibly beautiful treasure
that I must give it to the manufacturer

I know that I'm missing a piece that will never be in my possession
I will never obtain it
without this missing piece, it will never work as intended
It will never stand on its own

I don't want to surrender the treasure
I'd rather have it broken and to myself than have it fixed and out of my possession

If I give it away I will never get it back

The original manufacturer will restore it
and the treasures beauty will be used
but not for me to admire
I won't be able to take recognition for fixing it

I'll have given up
I'll have quit

IwillneverfixitIwillneverfixitIwillneverfixit

Days to weeks
Weeks to years
Years to decades

I will never fix it
It's broken

I will never fix it
I'm broken

I give up....
I quit...

Christ restore me