So many days with countless amounts of loss,
A life down to rubble crawling from it's defeat,
Battered and bruised by all my life choices,
I reach out in hopes to someday meet,
The man I'm supposed to be,
Someone I might have once been,
Collecting the broken pieces of each hard day,
Only to wake to another shattered day again,
These days can feel like they own me,
Most times all hopes are hardest to find,
Moments between each one matter the most,
As temporary relief helps me to rebind,
Eventually all of me that's broken,
Will embody the cords of my cure,
Every last bruise I have ever bared,
Will become evidence that my strength can endure,
This rubble contains my only cure,
And one day it will become my sacred muse,
So crumble as it must cause I'll survive,
And someday transcend from my battered and bruise.
©justin_ur
J