My edges are torn, not cut

Published on 14 August 2024 at 12:01

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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