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mosaic

let�s just pause, and
stop to breathe, you know those techniques they taught you

it�s time to
bottle our ashes of the past
and scatter them into the sea
why don�t we
kiss the cuts beneath our sleeves?
they deserve it, for they cry out in blood
and to the ones that scarred
let them be a testimony, because you didn�t go the �right� direction for results
stop
take his photos off the wall
delete her number
and block the callers
it�s done, you are worth more than that
i don�t need to elaborate, you know damn well what i�m saying
you�re smarter than the abusers that instilled doubt
rejoice and celebrate
you have overcome
dancing with bruised arms and legs
singing with a voice only used to screaming
what a miracle it is, to be broken,
what a gift, you have
to take your shards
and reassemble them
into a mosaic.