I was born to laugh
and cry and dance,
to reinvent myself,
to clothe my shoulders with change,
to sit quietly and breathe deeply,
to look upon the stillness of a lake
before mischievously causing ripples,
to wonder why, why, why
there is some need
for such a vast universe
where an angry fist
and the back of your hand
stroking the graying hairs on my head
foretold in Joshua:
"For I know the plans I have for you..."
You do not need
an x-ray machine
to see I am perfectly broken,
but I'm gather myself
darning the tiny fragments of my heart
to my sleeves,
not so that I may again be whole
(for I never was)
but so that I may continue,
an attempt to be useful.
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