Those of us that were broken

Those of us that were broken,

those of us that are a little less than whole,

will one day smile amid the fissures.

There is still music to be sung,

the melody in and of itself,

the words weightless.

We will blink in the sunlight,

and wonder at how the world

had become that much brighter

while we hadn’t noticed.

Oceans will open and 

bear us under the stars,

indifferent to the past.