You are so broken, it’s almost beautiful.
Like a cracked porcelain vase
A memento of the great beauty it was
A reminder of the great storms it has passed
And time will not put you together again.
Because that would mean undoing its art.
But for each little fragment of yourself that you have lost
You are a little closer to who you are.
I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts
Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind
I have picked my way through the sharp shards
left from the words I have said to myself
And after all these years, meeting myself
felt like taking a breath of fresh air
After suffocating in the stagnant breath of a lifetime
What do you call this?
This waiting on the edge of my seat,
fingers drumming in anticipation,
mind alert, eyes wide open
What is it that I am waiting for?
What adventures are headed my way?
What should I seek next
And when I have lost my sparkle
don’t you worry
For I will find my own light
All I need
is for you to be at my side
Ready for the fireworks