Poems

Broken Belongings

Those things that send you into a downward spiral.

Those things you despise.

Those things you hide deep inside.

Those things that tear at you.

Those things that bite at your soul.

Those things that crush you.

Those things that you wish to kill.

Those things will age into something else.

 

Those deceiving weaknesses will not bow your head forever.

Those things will turn, will blossom, will mellow,

You will not become those things.

That lump of unforgiven angst will not weigh you down forever.

That pain will form into something.

Something unbreakable,

Something flexible,

Something strong,

Something resolute,

Something beautiful and brave.

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