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you say
you are broken,
but darling,
please remember
that flowers
can grow
through cracks
on sidewalks
and mosaics
are made
by piecing together
abandoned parts and
shattered fragments.

do not be afraid
to break
all that needs
to be broken
because this
will allow
rays of sunshine
to find their way
inside such a dark
and demented vessel.
your facade
will fade.
despite the splendor
of its ornamented
exterior,
in time,
it will crumble
and appear
to be
the wreckage
it had
always been
from the
very start.
this manufactured
structure
with shallow
foundations
and over adornment
cannot stand tall
for long.
one day,
these pillars
will turn into ruins,
burying
you
and all your
falsities
along with its rubble.
finding the best in you
brought the worst in me
i was a captive
who was locked
behind bars
that were forged
by guilt and shame.
my limbs were shackled
to a doomed destiny
which was
securely linked.
my arms and legs ached
as they dragged these
past faults;
my sins and flaws
made a heavy chain
that i brought around
everywhere.

the four walls
that enclosed me
had eyes
that witnessed
my sufferings
and ears
that heard
my stifled sobs.
each wall
cried out in pain
whenever i carved a line
on their skins
to mark the passing
of each dragging day.
i kept asking the wind,
“how much longer
until I am released
of these burdens?”

there i lay
waiting for death
because slumber
was the best memory I had;
i believed
anything was better
than what i underwent
in that living hell.
i yearned
for my last breathe
to make its way to me
so that maybe
i would have the chance
to finally be able
to rest my weary eyes
and slip into a trance
of nothingness.

then
suddenly,
You came,
and everything
changed.

a bright light
leaked through the bars
and shone
hallowed warmth
on my shame stricken face.
the weighty chains
that bound
my hands and feet
snapped like twigs,
and the markings
on the walls
that signified
how long i spent
in that forsaken prison
no longer bothered me.

i cannot wrap
my head around why
You
did such a thing
for a criminal like me,
a criminal
who was guilty
of all accusations
and is responsible
of more hidden offenses.
what did i do
to deserve
such grace?
You,
Perfection,
paid gave an exchange
to save
an abandoned
and foolish inmate
who built
her own prison
and locked
herself away
behind its barriers.
You paid
the precious price
of Your blood
to set me free and
allowed this jailbird
to break away
from my *******.
this is such a jesus poem haha what
ever since i could remember
i would answer crosswords
in the newspaper
and fill in the tiny
vertically and horizontally
stacked boxes
with letters
that formed words
that made sense.
i would play connect the dots
in childish booklets
wherein i'd always
be able to
connect the dots.

moments i spent
with these silly games
and petty riddles,
have definitely not prepared me
for you.
never have i come across
anything as
…puzzling.

you are a jigsaw.

many times i thought
that i could be able
to complete you.
but then, every single time
i try to piece you together
i always end up
blankly staring
at the jumbled up mess
i leave myself with.
now, i realize
that i endlessly try
to create things
that will never
have the slightest chance
of making sense to me.
maybe not yet.

the more i try
to understand you,
the more i ask myself
if you will be worth it
because i’ve spent
too many nights
and have wracked my brain
way too hard
trying to solve a code
that i know
i could never crack.
i can only write poems about whatever things dishearten me;
i can never bring myself to write anything about you.
i am golden,
and i choose to dance
through this fire
even though the blazing heat
continues to scorch my skin.

each step i take
is more painful than the other
for my feet burn
as i walk
on this blistering crucible.

i am surrounded by
unbearable hotness;
my lungs are being filled
with soot,
but i will rejoice in my suffering
for i know
i am golden
and that i am being refined
through the flames.
we're all golden :-)
romans 8:18
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