What greatness has ever been done,
By a whole heart?
A heart that knows not of any desolation,
That's never encountered any sort of
Revelation?
Have you ever seen bright eyes,
To their maximum light,
Shine even brighter?
No, because you see the darkness first,
Then comes the ever glowing light.
Those tears in your eyes,
The ones that you drown in,
The ones that make your ship sink
They help steer another ship in the right
Direction.
Those walls that you hide behind?
They're not for you,
They're to protect that innocent girl,
From suffering from a fate
That's similar to yours.
Your purpose is not meant to be perfect,
How can perfect ever be a legitimate
Purpose?
Your words have always been,
Those of sharp knives
And twisted blades.
You've defended all your life,
Because you don't want to get hurt twice.
So now you stay untouched,
The broken in you withering,
Day by day less brighter,
Night by night even darker.
But you see not that the broken of this
World,
Has turned everything whole.
Puzzle pieces,
We're once discarded,
But once they're put together,
They paint the prettiest picture of them all.
The broken things of this world,
Write the best poetry.
The broken things of this world
Are the most beautiful things of this world
Once they are whole.
The broken are the bravest,
The ones who choose and stay broken,
In the hope of being healed one day,
Rather than choosing,
To be nothing at all.
(A/n: I actually like this poem a lot. I was trying to get the message across that it doesn't matter whether or not you we're hurt, you are still perfect. I hope you guys liked this poem.
Xoxo,
Nikita)
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