It’s good to be Broken
It’s good to be broken
Then you return to the pieces, the scraps, the dust
The very essence of what you are
The simplicity of who you are
Gone are the intricate designs, the beautiful embellishments
For whose eyes were they in the first place
Nothing to hide anymore
Laid bare
A beautiful mess that only the creator can understand
Cause the mess was beautiful in His mind, before it ever formed
It’s good to be broken
The raw pain exists to keep you awake
To drag you back from the alley of somnolence
To be sober never seems enjoyable in the moment
But it yields fruit that the future generations will thank you for
Another breath, another heave, another step
Retracing to find who we really are
Never sure, ever adapting
That’s what being human is
A human that can relate with other humans
Because he knows the taste of imperfection
