We are the broken but whole and though our cracks, they may be deep, do not mistake this for a weakness, for I assure you we are not weak, we will not shatter when shaken, we will not crumble under pressure, our golden standard our own, we are not here for you to measure,
We will rise above expectations, in the depths we do not creep, we do not follow, we are not sheep, we know our value and we are not cheap, for we are the broken but whole, everyone of us unique
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
Empty, hollow, a never ending void, the way you left me feeling when you left my heart destroyed,
Shattered, broken, a mere shell of a man, your actions were so ruthless I simply could not understand,
Lost, anxious, hopelessly depressed, questioning my worth because I gave you nothing but my best,
Shocked, confused, where’s my self respect? I invited all this pain when I accepted this neglect
Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,
Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,
I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,
A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…
My trauma, my teacher, my motivational speaker, whisperer in my ear, most bias preacher,
Moulded in the harsh environments of life, blackened coal of pressure, suffering and strife,
My trauma, skilled sculptor, you have formed me in your image, with your patriarchal pressures, made part of thy lineage,
Talented builder, your walls hold firm in mind and heart, gatekeeper of vulnerability, your influence present from the start,
My trauma, heartless torturer, yet my best interests considered, cold and unforgiving, hands tied since the beginning
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