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I am broken and mended,
a crystal that has been shattered
but has fused itself back together
so that it can shine.
I am broken and cracked,
a piece of glass that has experienced trauma,
but persevered because of it,
the light shining through the cracks.
I am broken but filled with light,
a chalice that has been crushed
so many times but each time,
I have gathered the pieces of me
and put myself back together.
Though I am whole again,
there are cracks in my body;
I carry them within my skin,
they look like spider’s webs
and I like to follow them
to see where they might lead me.
These cracks have let the light in.
I never truly started to live
until life was taken away from me.
From the moment that it happened,
I have been trying to prove
that I was not broken
and that I was whole.
I have shied away from the word
b r o k e n,
seeing it as something
to be ashamed of,
as if it meant that I was only random pieces
of myself held together with string
and bits of tape.
Instead,
I should have realized that
the moment I broke
was the moment I was truly
alive.
I am held together
with the light
that comes from
me.
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
A beautiful poem.
Thank you so much! I’m glad it spoke to you!
Thank you, for this dichotomy of broken and strong has given me some things to reflect on. Your poem is both beautiful and inspiring.
I’m so glad that you liked it! Thank you so much for reading it. 🙂