I had to rebuild myself
from broken parts,
from stolen dreams
and stardust hearts.
I had to recreate the human within
from a soul left barely working,
from a hope that had been
just a worn-down distortion.
I had to remind myself of love,
what it really was.
Not some counterfeit reproduction,
but a heart feeling every emotion and
sharing itself in full devotion
to the heart that makes it beat as one.
I had to.
There was no choice.
It was rebuild
or sit alone
in an empty void.
I rejigged some old pieces of me
that id left scattered in places
away from where you could see.
I readjusted all the memories
so, I could understand them better
and make more sense of me.
Regrew my trust,
left regret
fading in the dust,
because I had to.
There was no choice.
It was reconstruct
or be forever lost.
I had to reassemble the stray threads
of my mental stability, patch up my head,
rethink who I was going to be,
a weed or a flowerbed
seeded with all new dreams.
I had to refurbish some worn old jeans,
an oversized t-shirt
and some new thought streams.
I had to.
There was no choice.
It was restore the systems
or fade to red,
broken windows
on a computer long dead.
I had to redesign my mind.
See new lines
in the scattered ashes of time.
See new storylines unfurled
in front of my eyes.
I had to rework
some cracked shards of me,
mould them into place
with some Sellotape
and a piece of memory.
I had to
because
if I’d stayed where you
had left me
I’d have blown away
in the wind,
just shattered dreams
blowing away like confetti
in the jetstream.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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