You are broken
shattered into a million pieces
torn apart by the hands of time
until nothing of the self remains
and then there is listlessness
a hopeless despair
a feeling of apathetic emptiness
yet the emergence of nuance
a spark
a glimmer of hope
a faint echo of love
illuminating shadows in the dark
a gentle whisper of fatal optimism
that being broken is a holy state
that shattering into a million pieces
is the nature of the most high
and the deepest pain
is the doorway to the greatest bliss
You are free
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