Thank-you for treating me so badly
leader or follower
stamping my world into dust
but i remained in the dust
watch the shoes walking on me
until i saw the many many hands reaching into the rubble
i crawled out broken
and was loved
stuck together i a different way
a stronger yet more wise me
a scarred resilient me.
i reached MY hand through the dust clouds.
you refused it.
i moved on.
I miss you but i won’t be held back by you
if you had not broken the opus i was this new creation would not have been composed.