Once beautiful, now broken things
I come before you
barefooted
bare skinned
as my mother used to bathe me
here stands my bare soul
These are my baggages
and wounds
which cannot be covered
with band-aids
or bandages
These are my truths
Try stitching them as you assured me
but I assure you
my imperfections run too deep
to be stitched
Needle and thread cannot pass through
callused skin
nor can words
sanctify sins
I cannot be fixed
I have walked through fire storms
swam through lies
I have been knifed in the back
broken by those same hands
that claimed to love me.
Now tell me, my friend
can a smashed diamond be
made to shine?
Or can a butterfly whose wings have
all been cut
made to fly?
You cannot simply fix
once beautiful
now broken
things.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
