Broken crayons do colour
They might have snapped me on the inside
But my ends
My ends still colour
Yes I may not tell the story like others do
But my story still matters
My story is quite unique
But we are all still made of the same wax
Some of us just have a lot to lose
Our lights are not as bright as others
We walk half empty,half full
We faced battles much earlier
We are much hollow
But my ends still do colour
You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour
I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges
I colour much harder than you do
But I still colour
Beacause my ends still colour
I might be snapped in the middle
But broken crayons still colour

Worn thin
tree branches break.
But the roots grow ever still;
her heart wrapped in scars,
yet deep inside of her there remains love.

& Suddenly there was a shift
her beauty lit up the room
She created more space for her gift
issuing an eviction notice to gloom

what she thought was dead
Had been surely ressurected
no matter how much or how little was said
You could find her unaffected

Her attention now directed
Centered & refocused
& they all felt it
Joy; where she was once hopeless

a light began to shine
A brave moment a midst a hearts strife
it was far beyond time
To become the love of her own life <3 xoxo