Grateful to love and all the little lights

They offered to reshape my heart,

I tried to glue them all together

Convinced that THIS is me,

A mosaic, sum of small pieces,

resilient through storms forever.

One hurricane, then other came to life.

I was a new and different story:

dark as the deepest quiet lake.

Missing some pieces, feeling dull,

I tried to imitate their shining,

They called me weird, they called me FAKE!

Tormented heart that felt so lonely!

“Just look at her, down on her knees,

Asking for answers and a sign!”

They laughed, I cried.

A voice of thunder broke the void:

“You are UNIQUE and you are MINE.”