Beautifully Broken
My imperfections speak volumes with cutting
words in perfect prose to my higher self
Long ago those shards caused wounds but
now are ghosts of a broken lower self
Hollow shells of a self we loved the most are
shattered versions & bound to go
The Rapture occurred in the vessel I call a home
but untrained eyes would never know
I show the world every part so they are privy to
the version they need the most
My mind is a house for you to visit but not a home
for those that mishandle hosts
I'm at home wherever I go so it matters not were I
pitch a tent
This world lives in your minds hidden rooms
without having to pay the rent
I'm convinced the broken are beautiful beings & just
mirrors for us to see
The world is broken so of course we are but we're
not destined to always be
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