Poetic(ish) Musings

Between the Broken Bits


Between the broken bits I see
A glimpse
How things could have been

Between the broken bits I try
To train my thoughts not on the why
To rest, here, with weariness lie
To calm the storm and tame the tide

Between the broken bits… I hold
Faith that given time I’ll know
That between the broken bits I’ll see
That nothing was broken, it was meant to be.

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