My Broken Pieces


I work so hard to maintain this face,

to keep my composure

because if they see you break,

they will call you weak. 


I reached a point that I couldn't

stay together anymore;

the tears fell without restraint. 


When they saw my vulnerability,

they didn't mock me

or put me down.


Instead they wrapped

their arms around me

and tried to fix my broken pieces.


I didn't want them

to know the truth,

that darkness exists in me,

more than light. 


But when I told them my secrets,

they loved me all the more

and gave me a reason to shine.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "Healing Begins" by Tenth Avenue North

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