I'm putting together pieces of me,
Nursing my wounds,
Curing those scars,
Finding a reason to be.
Every time i fell to the ground,
I collected myself,
Picked up those pieces,
And wrapped them around me.
I'm strong,
But I'm just tired.
And after all these years of struggle,
I said to my body softly,
‘I want to be your friend.'
I want to change the way you feel about pain.
How sometimes broken things are beautiful.
And sometimes you need a little ache to bloom.
- Simran Wahan
