Unbroken

I don't recognize the memories of last years sorrows,

the tear stained cheeks or the late night confessions.

I look back at the old shell of me seeing all the hurt and feeling utterly alone in a room filled with people that hated me,

and I get angry for that version of me.

I needed to be protected, but I was a pawn

seeking out the wars for a battle that wasn't mine to fight.

But I take it for what it is,

I am filled with love and joy and everything I want from this life,

and I mended my broken heart with gold.