shattered dreams become fodder for rebirth
and that is precisely where i find myself in this moment
hunched over in remorse, scrambling to collect the pieces before the wind sweeps them away
what beauty they once held, what pain once resided within them…
they are what remains of the tragic fate of a brittle life
yet, there were days when, in unison, their fortitude was unrivaled in this realm
there existed no force greater,
no spirit more resilient,
and certainly no desire to overcome that stood as equal
i’ll begin again, anew,
breathing life into these fragments of the future that i had once believed not only possible, but inevitable
trusting with each breath that fate’s gentle hand is guiding me forward
and that there is no going astray in this odyssey of life
what has been broken and reprised is founded upon the defeats of the past, and stands stronger because of them
and when i have emerged, whole once more,
nothing below the skies will stop me
from reaching the pinnacle that destiny set before me long ago
