“There must be some sort of beauty
In brokenness
You are broken again and again
Each time you got stronger
And I,
I am broken again and again
Till there were nothing but shatters
But that’s the beauty
You big as the sky
Me flat as the earth
In the horizon we meet
In dark, you rise with stars in your chest
I stay grounded, heavy with silence
You are made of storms every then and now
And I, of dust and echo
But for a moment, a breath, we are whole again.”
“Let the world spin without us for a while
No need to smile
No need to run
Just breathe, and let me walk beside
if you stumble, I will stand
If you fall, I will kneel
Let’s light a small fire between our palms
What does it take
To make a leap of faith
Trust once more
Stand up and walk again?
Take my hand, my love
I won't let it slide
Let's walk a mile
See? Your hand fits perfectly in mine.”
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
“There must be some sort of beauty
In brokenness
You are broken again and again
Each time you got stronger
And I,
I am broken again and again
Till there were nothing but shatters
But that’s the beauty
You big as the sky
Me flat as the earth
In the horizon we meet
In dark, you rise with stars in your chest
I stay grounded, heavy with silence
You are made of storms every then and now
And I, of dust and echo
But for a moment, a breath, we are whole again.”
“Let the world spin without us for a while
No need to smile
No need to run
Just breathe, and let me walk beside
if you stumble, I will stand
If you fall, I will kneel
Let’s light a small fire between our palms
What does it take
To make a leap of faith
Trust once more
Stand up and walk again?
Take my hand, my love
I won't let it slide
Let's walk a mile
See? Your hand fits perfectly in mine.”
The poem depicts a conversation between two people, each shattered by the unfairness of life. Yet they are different in all aspects. When life brings them together, their broken pieces fits perfectly together.
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