I realize you only broke me apart to pick me back up,
I thought it was therapy.
I thought I was healing, each time you glued me back into
house your insecurities, yet
After all that soldering, craftsmanship, and care,
it wasn’t enough to keep the voices out
or the wind in your hair.
You dropped me & i shattered ( & set my spirit free)
You left & took secrets & pieces with you (& they’re no longer me)
But between fractals of ego & disillusion (dis-illumined)
I found myself beyond the point of fixing (fixation)
And I’m grateful you broke me (the cycle of breaking)
Because darling, I swear you’ll find
outside the inferno region
of this expanding cosmic space.