Oct 14
Composed of fragments large and small;
A patchwork heart that learns to crawl
Through tangled fears, and broken dreams.
Like art from tears—not what it seems.
And while my seams are pulled apart,
By my own, *****, little heart—
With fractured thoughts and restless mind,
the damage wrought, will mend in time.
A patchwork heart that learns to crawl
Through tangled fears, and broken dreams.
Like art from tears—not what it seems.
And while my seams are pulled apart,
By my own, *****, little heart—
With fractured thoughts and restless mind,
the damage wrought, will mend in time.
We are more than our trauma, and we will pick ourselves up, and put ourselves back together, because we deserve better than the suffering.
