Serendipity;

only when

you hit the rock so hard it shatters you,
and you struggle to assemble the pieces,
and bits by bits it starts to make a sense,
that you can never mend the broken in you,
by being as hard as what hit you,

only when

you got nothing left to hold on,
and the wheel is yet to whirl,
and all there is the broken pieces you refuse to pick up,
that you ought to be everything,
you wish you receive