Cog In The Machine

I no longer tear myself apart into separate parts and pieces,

As if I am a machine;

Made up of broken faulty cogs, bolts, and with a glass heart.

I need not discard the parts of me that make me unique and whole, the essence of my soul.

I need not run on adrenaline and electricity in space of my own inner power and strength.

I need not piece myself together with glue to be a better and improved version of new.

For I am me and I am you.

Each crack need not be filled with concrete to block and hide what is inside.

Each crack, each scar, each wound,

Opened my artificial shell and broke every spell.

I have been through the dark and shadows and gallows of hell,

I refused to sell.

I refused to conform to the norm:

I weathered the turbulent storm.

I faced each demon, each monster, each ghoul.

I made it out of that hole.

I have earned the sovereign right to be bright,

To be whole,

To be all that I am.

I am that I am.