Renew
My beauty
is in my imperfection
scattered parts make
way for recollection
Making peace
with the pieces
in my reflection
was the key
to healing and
resurrection.
Upon reflection
My deepest reconnections
came shrouded in my
darkest days.
When totally encompassed
by a mental haze that
ravaged me; for the better
part of forever.
Whoever said that one
could never be the sun
that they've been crying
for?
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