not broken

I am not broken

Even if it seems so often that my trauma life

Lies scattered all around me in pieces

There is deep inside me a wholeness

That can contain the complexity

There is an open field

Within which the iron filings of my suffering

Can coalesce and magnetize

Into a mosaic of terrible beauty

There is a sweetness lying

Underneath the sour taste of hurt

That aches to be heard

That is brought to life

With every tear I shed

At the pain we felt

All of which brings me closer to

Unity

Because my belief in separation

Does not speak to the truth

Is in reality

Only an illusion