Beauty in Brokenness
I stand at the altar
of my soul,
My inner priestess, fragmented—
Scattering pieces
of my offering
across the depths
of my soul's infinite essence,
like shards of broken glass,
tossed into the perfect
abyss of the ocean.
At my divine altar,
I bear witness
to those discarded parts
I harbor in darkness,
in the shameful, hidden recesses
of my being.
A reflection that unseals
the mirror of pain, concealed.
Within me,
in sacred agony...
I kneel.
An incessant flow of tears—
Outpouring over those parts
forged in the fire
of my fears,
a purging sacrifice,
a release from the heart.
Seemingly broken,
I see their beauty—
Those pieces of me
absorbed into the love I am,
in true glory.
Just as the glass fragments,
once dispersed,
integrate into the ocean's embrace—
gems of such elegance—
the shining sea glass
reflects my transformed brilliance.
As I lie bare
upon the altar of my heart,
the "Never-Enough"
embraces wholeness;
the toxic pleaser
transitions into authenticity,
the avoider bravely
explores her truth,
the silenced one
finds her empowered voice,
the rag doll
establishes her boundaries,
the doormat
rises in her dignity.
Come and bow
at the altar of love, so bright,
in devotion to
the beauty within... in darkness and light.
All are welcome;
all are embraced—
each part here holds a tale,
a touch of grace.
As shards of glass,
rocked in the ocean of love,
transforms with care
into sea glass jewels,
beyond compare.