Let me tell you what it means to break:
To feel the stitches of yourself disintegrate,
To see your sharp edges and underlying steel
Fall into a million pieces against your will.
You remember that, right?
Do you remember the light shining through the cracks?
Do you remember being fearful of what you couldn’t get back?
Each loss to your soul could not be undone,
The Universe laughed in triumph with what you’d become.
An empty shell of yourself.
Slowly though, you put yourself back,
The sharp edges smoothed with time in their place,
And although you remembered the moment you broke,
A new you emerged from the fire and smoke.
Stitched, scarred, battered and bruised:
Healed and whole to shine through another day.
