Beautifully Broken

 
I should be sleeping,
My head sinking, into moments of bliss,
I escape time,
My path diverted.
 
And then,

I find my way
Amongst the shadows,
The night sky lay out before me,
As subtle undertones
Vibrate, beneath me.

Sounds that stretch within the furthest corners of my mind,
I breathe it in,
The taste of freedom,
That laps upon these naked shores.

The voices of so many,
that went before,
Whispers
In the wind
That heal and transform.

I should be sleeping,
But the images
Painted in my mind,
Leave the imprints, of broken dreams
And pain transformed.

This need to hold on,
To squeeze things just a little too tight,
Until I no longer recognise, myself.

A former version
Of myself, lays in pieces
I could scramble to re arrange them,
To take the lead,

But the real beauty
Is in allowing myself to remain
Beautifully broken.