maybe I'm not broken,
and my body is not a thing I should wrap in a bandage of validations.
what if this is all there's to life,
joy that sometimes slips through your fingers like sand and temporary pain that lingers like it's immortal?
I'm not a broken thing,
I've been trying so hard to fill up the space
what if there's no gap
and this life is garbage but the recyclable kind,
and the love we lose comes back in a different way.
maybe the cut happened but what if they are just scars until I see them as wounds again!!!
- Gaslighting myself to be better.
© Hope