She Was A Little Broken

She was a little broken, a bit hard to hold, hard to swallow, hard to love,
But she found refuge in the pieces of broken hearts and the whispering wind of lost souls.
They were the builders reconstructing her.

She was a little broken, a little chaotic, a little stormy, a little hollow,
But she found calm in hold of the light of other's willpower and the songs of struggle freeing to her ears.
To know she was not alone, to rebuild the fortresses, see them rise from the rubble of past again allowed her own pieces to mend.

She was a little broken, a little confusing, a little mess,
But solved the problems and the puzzles of the wounded so they may live again.
In this she is slowly mending her broken heart and close to flying again on unbroken wings.