My edges are torn, not cut
I wake in the morning
To wash my face of the happenings
Of dreams suffered the night before
Dreams once reality of the day in front
Current affairs in my world
Leave their mark too
Like a bone broken
And left to heal without
Proper set
I’ve been torn at heart
Every edge jagged
Taped temporarily
But set in its place
From time
Life in this world draws
Lines without a straight edge
Even mended as best as can be
You can see where the break occurred
I do not come in a pretty package
A thing of perfection with the wrapping
Just right
Someone has folded the seams incorrectly
The inside can be seen
I am wrapped with paper kept from
The last holiday
An inch too short to cover
Pulled tightly
The corners rip
Do you dare to open
You see a glimpse
But I am more than a glimpse
My wrapping is tattered
My edges have been torn
They are bleeding truth
Is my truth too much for you
My soul is a fighter
Watching for weakness in the enemy
Knowing I will make it out of the ring
Alive, but not without marks
I feel this fight
My muscles ache, my bones older with time
Still you will not overcome me
I am fighting for something worthy
In the past, I fought for my own soul
Now I fight for two that were born of mine
They are beautiful
Their edges are intact
Shall they become residue
From the evil around them
NO
There is a revolution
A rebellion rising against
Ignorance
Knowledge is regaining power
The world will not devour them
They will devour the world
All of what is evil will succumb
To their beauty
Their innocence
All of my fight is for them
What bleeds from me
Will become their reality
Instead of torn, they are whole
They are not the dross
That comes from processing
They are the process
They will not only have an
Inevitable choice
They will be the defined choice
They are the exception
They fly, and all follow
Their voice guides the way to
Freedom
The insurrection against
Predetermined typical
Is won by one beautiful boy
One beautiful girl
Looking at the world with
Big eyes full of hope
That is my torn edge speaking
Tape coming loose
Preaching to the world to be
Different
Be different
For you hold the hearts and futures
of the beautiful in your hand
Do not fail them.
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