and it seems as though there is nothing wrong with my own precious heart- it has been blessed and made sacred, I have been tested and reviewed and through all my examinations I have processed
I have been consecrated without my knowledge, baptised without consent and without an idea of destiny- I did not know where I was going and I thought my shattered heart was on its shattered road and my broken soul was headed to brokenness but God has been mending me and melding me all at once. I have been made whole, for I am whole. He has planned out my life for my best good but I could not see it, my eyes skipped over the road and forgot where I was headed, without the grand picture in front of me I lost who I was and could not see a clear image-
after all
a poet believes their whole life that they are broken
and finds, at the very end,
that they were flawless all along.