Beautifully Broken

I have been broken down, beaten, I wallowed in the way I lived. I made my brokenness my voice so I could be heard. I had fallen, and died, over and over again. I focused on the scars, the cracks left in my skin. I fell asleep at night, knowing I was broken. I wondered if any of the wounds could be mended again. I became molded by the pain that my life lived. I learned of love because of the welts deep under my skin. I still kept wondering if I would ever be mended again. I woke up crying, knowing, that I was too broke to fix. The scars, bruises, welts were just too permanent. Then I heard a voice in my mind, and was reminded sternly in my head, That I was beautifully broken, each scar a blossom to bloom. And soon the scars began to change, I found they faded into my skin. The bruises slowly disappeared too. My broken soul becoming mended by the dark reminders that felt so new. Beautifully broken, wonderfully mended. Words now describing me. Showing that there is much more to this life than you see.