BROKEN BUT BECOMING

Hey guys, I hope you read in between these lines, I pray you find your own meaning and most importantly, I pray you find strength.

Piece by piece

Wound by wound

Scar by scar

Scattered and ugly to the outside world

But I would trace them in my mind

Yes I would trace them

I would run my hands through the ones that could be seen and like tales by moonlight, I would sit my soul down and let its mind carry us through the journey.

Sometimes the pitch was just the right tone

Other times it dropped

Some told me I was damaged.

Some said my story was a fable

Others said it was not a new tale.

Some said others story were far more interesting.

Maybe I was all the things they said of me

Maybe I truly was damaged and broken

But then again…

Just maybe, I was becoming.