My Magic Friends

I have, at times, felt Broken beyond repair. I have, at times, felt As though my sharp, Jagged edged shards Kept people away. I believed that others, too, Saw me as broken beyond repair. Perhaps they did. And perhaps that’s why They chose to stay away…

But each of my friends seemed to
Possess some sort of wizardry
That empowered them To love my broken pieces.
My friends seemed to
Possess some form of magic
That enabled them
To embrace my sharp edges.
My friends showed me
That I could be loved,
No matter how I viewed myself. And for that, I must thank them.

My magic friends Gave me enchanted hugs. Hugs that smoothed my jagged Edges with love, Hugs that wrapped my hostile Edges with molten gold. So that eventually, With each progressive embrace, My pieces were being Put back into place. And for that, I must thank them.

My magic friends Blessed me with enchanted words. Their words of Kindness and assurance, Kept me on my feet When all I wanted Was to sleep the final sleep. Their words of love Stayed with me Long after we parted ways, Allowing what Had been my shards To settle into place; The gleaming gold Meandering between The numerous fragments Like endless estuaries Of a prodigious river, Flowing between mountains. And for that, I must thank them.