Your wounds are closed
And the scars you wear
Are beautifully you:
Remember you are still
breathing, though the air is
On fire and the smoke is hard
To see through:
Your heart is fireproof.
You stop in the middle of the storm
And smile because the grey cold rain
Is now an old friend,
At peace in the
Broken places.
Old memories no longer
Hold you in place;
You walk right through them like a
gallery in your museum and appreciate
The art it left it behind.
The old loves from your past
Did not break your heart;
Your heart divided itself to love
Each one in its own place and time:
Put them all together and
You are whole.
The world is falling apart
Around you because you loved
It to pieces,
Perfectly broken and in
The end it all fits.