Broken, to what looked beyond repair, Flowers withered, No bloom in sight, Lost sight, Of who I was, and most importantly, whose I was.
To what looked like a dead end, A life sentence, A permanent drought, The end of every hope, every dream and all imagination. Broken!
Memories that traumatized, Anxious thoughts, Unsettled mind, Did I..........? Didn't I..........? Lingering.
It got cloudy, It got dark, Who was I to stay in the dark, To stay down and bound, A word came, That which was broken has been replaced with something better.
At the word came sight, Foresight, hindsight, insights, Then came bloom, A projection of who I was and whose I was. I came alive.
Picked up the pieces, Putting my myself back together, Piece by piece, And made a masterpiece. Healed!
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