Fractured
In the process, I discovered that the brokenness was not a weakness, but a strength. It was a testament to my resilience, to my capacity to endure. And as I slowly began to rebuild, I realized that I was no longer the same person. I was stronger, more radiant, and more determined than ever.
In the darkness, I search for a spark A glimmer of hope, to guide me through the dark The fragments of my heart, they scatter and roam Longing to be whole, to find my way back home
Yet, in the chaos, I find a strange reprieve A sense of strength, in the shattered remains I retrieve For in the brokenness, I discover a spark within A flame that flickers, but refuses to give in