I was busy

I was busy piecing together my fragmented soul

Each piece I pulled from the abyss frayed

Stitching them together with gentleness

The needle pricked my fingers once in a while

It hurt for a moment

And I continued until the frayed pieces fit perfectly well

Yes, I was busy piecing together my fragmented soul

Until it is whole again.

I was busy piecing together my fragmented soul

The merciless noise that must be endured

From the monologues in my head

The ifs, the whats, the whys

The insidiousness of betrayal fragmented my fragile soul

But there are no ifs and whats and whys

As in the end, I realised I have always been enough

There is so much beauty in the imperfections of the frayed soul made whole again.

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