I’m broken but who isn’t

I’m broken but who isn’t we’re all just trying to make things right, for the religion was believing in yourself and to find just a piece of light.

The story of a lost soul, trapped away.
A soul that’s hope has withered away.

I just want to feel alive,
I just want to feel at peace,
I just want to feel the ease where I’m able to see..

Chained down by endless defeat.
Giving up when things get to hard,
For being controlled was all we are.
What a bad thought to have yet it stirs up ever so often, where I have nothing left inside, feeling worse than broken, but pulled apart, asking the question why does life have to be so hard?

I used to love to dance and be free, I was a wanderer of the stars, always waiting for a time for me and my spark, then awakened the dark.

Looking back to something long forgotten, yet there it was etched upon my skin making me itch and burn and feel weary and thin. Feeling as if I was the one forgotten, and everything was a lie, making me close my eyes and cry. Scared to fall asleep at night.
Then one night a storm passed by.
Howling long and strong with contentment, and a breeze that made you think back to a time of trials and testaments, yet time went by and the noises had settled. A deep sensation had risen over me,
For I was the phoenix rising through the finer things, reborn, steadfast and strong.
I grew to accept my nature as the light of the sky,
And of the night. The one who works up the fight.
The one who never gave up without a try.

Life goes on, they say you don’t know
Until you try, look into a deeper sight.
Stand tall, keep your head up.
Your dreams aren’t as far as you think.
Even when it seems like a wink,
A thin link between the cracks, my life had been but a dream, far beneath reach, but I decided for me there is always a new time and beginning to past defeat.

Then one day i found the missing key,
A key that had been stored away for safe keep.
I found deep inside, an ember of light.

To get up, and to fight, a calling sent from above that can’t be ignored for this call is for more than me, a call for all of us to see..
The dark and the light that t are a never ending fight. This story has no end because the journey has just begun, we will start again, and forge ahead.

Thought of trial and tears, all the distraught fear,
Picking up pieces of a puzzle that was set in place.

For only god knew what you went through.
For through the dark is where we find the light.
The saying goes deeper than words.
Everything does truly happen for a reason,
Phenomenon of the truest stories and lessons ever
heard.

I’m broken but who isn’t,
A thought that crosses my mind.
From time to time, whispers of shattered dreams linger, and souls bear burdens hard to reconcile,
Yet in the mosaic of brokeness, we find,
A common threat that binds.
Each of us carries wounds unseen, in the shadows where pain has been seen. For who amongst us has this fear of despair, the seeds of our own.
In these moments of darkness, we search for the light, to guide each of us through an endless night.

The story unfolds, for every battle fought does not go untold, we still stand, hand in hand, so don’t let the broken parts of us decide who we are, for this is the canvas of our hearts. We are beautifully imperfect creatures from the start, we are the symphony of struggles, a dance to begin,
For in our brokenness we find our song,
A melody of resilience, mighty and strong.