Broken

All of the things that I thought I knew

All of the the things I let define me

Now lie on the floor broken and shattered

All I see is pieces strewn here and there

Remanants of the lies that I have been told

All of the lies that I believed, and that I let confine me

I try to pick up the pieces to put it back together,

And the glass stabs me, the blood runs free and flows

Releasing the pain that I held inside

That kept me captive and held me down

All the thoughts that oppressed me

Something new is being born inside

Forget the past and move on to the future

I can never be the same again

The blood covers the floor and cleans the glass

The distortion is gone, it is fresh and new

This thing that is coming will be more beautiful then anything before it

Now is the time to fix it, to make it whole again

It will not be the same, good riddence to the old

Sometimes all we see is the cracks

Take a step back and look at the whole thing

Its beauty lies in the whole and not just the part

Truth has a way of coming out

I have been broken and used, and now,

My true usefulness is ready, ready for others who are broken

To be renewed and find themselves as whole again