Broken Things

I have a special talent for finding broken things
I find the problems that no one else notices
I find the shards of glass that evade discovery
I find the people who silently wish someone would see their pain
I do not find to fix
I do not wish to mend
I do not seek out what is damaged
I just have the ability to see what tends to go unseen
To really shine a light into the flaws 
I bare witness to what most people rush past
Maybe this is because I'm curious
Maybe because I am willing to shift my perspective 
In ways others lack the imagination for
It is a talent and a curse
This ability manifests in all areas of my life
It shows up in the mundane and in the significant
In my tasks and in my relationships
I don't know why I have this gift
I'm not sure if I'm using it as expected or intended
I do accept it for what it is
I accept that it brings both pain and triumph
I acknowledge this talent
I acknowledge its significance
I am an agent of the Universe
A servant of the greater good
Touching both the rose and the thorn
The beauty and the pain
And being of service to the greater good
Seeing what is neglected or invisible
Advocating
Listening
Bearing witness 
With honesty and earnestness
-gws