Being Broken is a Gift

Although we don't see it in our darkest hours,

Being broken is a gift.

It is a blessing that we get to glue ourselves back together,

In the person, we wish to be.

We get to be led astray,

Into a grinning silence before the wrath of thunder,

To embrace the old, to grow with the new,

As we are sucked into the storm bottled up within,

Drifted bare, with a boat of hope and an oar of memories.

Rowing to rediscover,

Navigated by naught.

In a sea of emotions, sea of thoughts.