The Recipe of Me
Im made from peices of broken dreams.
I'm made from one mans choice to secure a love that will never end.
Im made from one mans dream of love that didnt make you bleed.
Im made from hopes of tradition and holidays without bruises and broken bottles.
Im made from sand that sits in an hour glass always overlooking the ocean.
Im made from the sound of drums forever beating in the distance no matter the journey.
I'm made of the wind that took my fathers breath away when he cried out to the sky.
Im made from one woman's wish for self love.
I'm made from the muscle in her tears.
Im made from the lies she told herself without ever knowing they were lies.
Im made from a dress she wished she could buy.
I am fine silk forever spinning knots in the tangles of her soul.
I'm made of all the lightening bugs she ever caught to keep the light on.
I'm made of the little girl inside her that never got out.
Im made of the dirt from under her nails.
Im made from music that forced her to dance, to forget.
Im made from the snow that froze her feet as she ran away as fast as she could. Im my mothers damaged goods.
Im made from my Lords tree, the only one that sees me, only me.
Im made from his choir! I'm made from feathers and peices of gold to keep me light hearted and grounded. Im made from my fathers soil to grow roots that never touched my makers hearts.
Im made from love that never knew me and I give what I can't understand.
I am a still sea waiting for the sun to shine on me.
I wait for light that no other can see.
I sing songs to set me free and listen for echoes that never leave me lonely.
I am a fearce fast falling star. Don't miss me.
Don't build your buildings so high that you may never see me fly. Don't miss me.
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2020
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