Beauty in broken things
The frangible, fragile face
Frangible, intricate, elegant, shattered.
i find such beauty in broken things.
don't you?
Sensing my inner struggles, and frantic need of a friend,
the delicate fluttery wings of a lovely gossamer lifeform,
with graceful fragile wings outstretched, a tiny dainty butterfly,
it's multicolored diaphanous fairy wings gently descending,
seemingly, sensing a broken soul's desire for a whimsical touch,
placed upon my brow the most welcome exquisite kiss.
My eyes closed in contemplation of the gentle touch of bliss.
Worry not, my lovely one, she whispered calmly upon the wind,
all that is assumed broken can be restored to its former glory.
That soul, which is whole, that was never somehow cracked,
broken or chipped just a little tiny bit, never known pain,
has not really lived, or felt the depth or essence of humanity.
For yet in that pain is the secret of the universe,
the ability to feel deep within the human heart,
the pulse of that which makes us unique and special.
Above anything else which has yet to be created,
is the ability to feel, hurt, break and shatter a little,
yet be able to heal, retaining the beat within our hearts.
We heal, yet we never forget. pain lingers somewhere,
it yet comes back to revisit every now and then.
Be kind to each tender, bruised and shattered soul,
it is the best part of all the molded and melded inner us.
It is that which shapes our individual beautiful heart-worn psyche,
into the unique and single, one, just one of you, the self~
Embrace the lovely, divine, enchanting and gorgeous you,
eight billion souls may traverse our wonderous earth,
yet by some miracle across the universe truly, specially woven,
THERE IS ONLY ONE REMARKABLE YOU!
N.A. 12/1/22
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Novel Allen
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this line "pain lingers somewhere" . Wow - this one hit home. ❤️
Your story was truly moving, and I'm grateful to you for sharing it with all of us. Your writing really struck a chord with me, and I'm excited to see what else you have in store for us in the future.
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