I’m the keeper of broken things
the collector of the discarded
I see the beauty in the shattered
the disformed
the ugly
I’m the keeper of broken things
the guidance through the dark
I see the hope in the abandoned
the hurt
the scarred
I’m the keeper of broken things
the solace in the depths
I see the light in the lost
the forgotten
the silent
I’m the keeper of broken things
the calm in the middle of the storm
I see when they have tried to blind me
I’m still here when they’ve tried to destroy me
I still fight even though they’ve wounded me
I pick up the pieces when they try to shatter me
I was forged in fire
sword drawn, I charge into battle
I am the keeper of broken things
but you
You and this world…
will never break me
About the Creator
Roxy Wolf
Hello! My pen-name for this is Roxy Wolf. Not using my real name due to personal reasons. One day that may change. This is part of my journey to healing & learning to use my voice. I hope this helps others know they're not alone.
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