we were destined to break.
every single human
one way or another
at 9, at 27, at 80
we all break
sometimes I swear I can feel them
the cracks across my body
I can see my worn down heart
a brush of sadness
an icy caress on my cheek
and I'm on my knees again
almost every night
I'm one bruise from shattering
but every morning I pick up the pieces
and start again
we are all destined to break
we are all destined to build
the question is: which are you better at?
I never quite learned to balance on my own feet
I crumble, I rip to to shreds
Im inside out I'm in pieces again
but I have constructor's hands
calussed and scarred
and yet
they still work
I may be on the floor again
before the blood dries from my fingers
the cuts still open
from last night's shards
but the ultimate power of us
is the power to build
we were destined to build.
from anywhere, from anything
towers and skyscrapers
and hope that brushes the heavens
and laughter and spirit
that mend the breaks
another question: why bother?
answer: we are here anyway
what else is there to do?
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of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
