Wholly BrokenI've been broken for so long that I don't know what being whole feels like. By now it would probably be uncomfortable as all get out.
I may be shattered, but I choose to dance among the shards of myself. I can piece them together to create a new person, a stronger person.
I'm scarred. I am often scared. But still I choose to move forward. Even when I break anew, I sit still, bleed for a bit...and get up and move forward again.
I am wholly broken, but in my brokenness, I am whole.