Redemption in Brokenness

It was love that broke me to pieces

I sent it out like an anchor - a piece of me tied to my soul

And he went to the deep and cut the string

Leaving a part of me to rot on the sand 

Do you know that feeling? 

Time is supposed to heal you, and in a way it does. 

At some point you look up, and it feels like you, or at least some of you, is put back together

Thank God for hot glue guns and golden thread

But the rest of you is barely stable - only held together by scotch tape and sheer will 

A tap could send you crashing down 

One wrong word, 

A delayed text message,

And there you are spiraling again 

Into doubt and anxiety 

Into fear and second guessing 

Like you’re back to five years ago, when he tore you apart and you’d never thought you’d breathe again 

But it’s not five years ago, and your present angel stands in front of you. 

He knows nothing of the pain he inflicts, 

Or at least the pain he calls back 

Because to him, you are whole. 

You are a marble figure 

Etched by the gods, 

Carved by the spirit, 

And birthed in love. 

To him, you are golden edges 

And jasmine curves 

Wrapped over the sweetest core. 

And his love for you, 

If you allow it, 

Will be the cornerstone of your healed, majestic heart