baked in the sun after a wash of waves
make life able
in broken
cement
but it first must be broken
soak in afterthought of what it means
to break and haphazardly exist
until green burst through
where once were your
seams
and if you should wonder in daylight
how you have come to be broken
and whether you wish to
sew up what you were
fill in the gaps
or whether it is OK OK OK
for coexistence with something beautiful and wild
while you are still open and broken
chunks of your self cemented
into something other than
who you always
were
can you lie sprawled as a pathway waiting
for the dandelion and sun baking
and rain washing to fill your
seams
even if it means
you will be different
than who you used to be
?
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