Cracked Not Broken
Fate did not concur with a peaceful pact,
Of Miranda rights I was unaware,
Unpleasantry presented as a fact,
No compass 'round a minefield, unprepared.
Tenebrous was my search for the path out,
Of dull maze, where Monarch of Darkness reigned,
Dispensing wholesome handouts of self doubt,
Quelling my quest for exit in restraint.
I since encountered magic in a quill,
Rewrote my destiny's lustreless plot:
Clean slate, new chapter, and ebullient will -
Cracked and crumpled, yet broken it was not.
March 8, 2023
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2023
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