Split,
in two.
Shattered,
into a thousand p i e c e s .
Scarred,
but healing.
Get the glue,
get the needle and thread,
Fill the cracks with gold,
and learn to mend.
We are all broken here,
but we are more beautiful for being so.
My scars tell a story,
its the tapestry of me.
See this white line,
I over came it,
I stepped passed the line,
and now I can no longer see it.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Split,
in two.
Shattered,
into a thousand p i e c e s .
Scarred,
but healing.
Get the glue,
get the needle and thread,
Fill the cracks with gold,
and learn to mend.
We are all broken here,
but we are more beautiful for being so.
My scars tell a story,
its the tapestry of me.
See this white line,
I over came it,
I stepped passed the line,
and now I can no longer see it.