I'm not broken pieces, scattered on the floor
Just cracked, with lines that tell a story more
Of trials and tribulations, of heartache and pain
But I'm still standing, though worn, still whole, still sane

You don't need to fix me, with glue or with tape
I'll heal, with time, with self-love, with a heart that escapes
The weight of the world, the weight of my past
I'll rise, and shine, and forever last

My cracks are a map, of where I've been
A testament to the strength, that lies within
I'm not broken, just weathered, like a tree
My roots run deep, my spirit, wild and free
© Promise Okon