Debris that exploded across the sky
Is settling on the land
What goes up
Must come down
Gravity
Sweeping up broken pieces
Finding some treasure
In what many believe is refuse
For many not caring
Prevents them from hurting their heart
I find my self questioning
Is that living?
There was a time
Looking back
Though I would never have admitted it
I was robotic in my actions
Superfluous in having to do something
That others wanted me to do
She was such a people pleaser
Beautiful lost soul she was
Yet all of her experiences
Made me who I am today
A confident woman with a voice
Who speaks out
At times as though I have Tourette's
I don't
I am an opinionated strong woman
Who has learned to bend
I've been broken many times
Grateful for the changes
I love who she became
I love how she comfortable in her skin
I love how she is an unsual beauty
In and out
I love her
Yes
I love Me
~Divine