When I broke open
I was unable to
Burrow in
Protective shells,
I climbed over
Walls that grew softer,
My walks became longer,
And my eyes-
They lingered in
In momentary
Comforts like
Colorful birds
Bold stars,
And
Laughing hearts-
Easing the grief
Of the younger
Child saddling
My soul.
I stood in
The shame,
And acknowledgement-
The rejection
I had zipped
In a backpack,
Carried on
My shoulders,
Like two boulders
Finally Collapsing
From the weight,
Repaving my fate,
I could no longer
Linger in oppression,
My soul shifted direction,
And sometimes there
Were no landmarks,
No rest stops,
And I-
Imagined I was
A frontier, discovering
New lands,
Fields that
Shared soft winds
Which kissed
My lost lips
With smiling honeysuckles.
I found an
Internal compass
And when it
Failed in direction,
It seemed
The right ones
Came along,
Led me back
To my own
Northern Star-
Not as far
As I thought,
She was right
There and the
Only one that
Could ever love
My broken.
-Jenan
