Broken, I am broken.
Helplessly observing fragments of myself fall to the ground.

Broken, I am broken.
The remaining edges pierce my heart’s domain.

Broken, I am broken.
Battling invisible forces in my dwelling as I attempt to break free.

Broken, I am broken.
Life has shattered the delicacy of my wings.

I now fly wounded yet stronger.
I am not broken.

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