Tribute to the Broken.

This is to the broken.
For every cut we made and regret.
This is for our pillows
wet with bitter memories and hopes for a sunset ending.
Trying to forget our anchored hearts long enough to want to breath again.

This is for the beaten.
For every bruise we wear and hide.
This is for our doors.
Locked inside, pretending to be happy as life inches on.
And we cried long nights as we cradled ourselves to sleep.

This is for the painter.
For the masks we created in fear of being discovered.
This is for an outlet.
A way to uncover the light inside us all.
Split seconds that call us in, draw us in
and for that bittersweet moment we live again.

This is for every tear that fell
Every pound of hate that welled within our chests.
For every hell we've been through
For every wrong we know we did.
For every test we failed in life.

This is for every truth that was censored.
For every great happening that won't be remembered.
Members of families that go unwanted.
For those of us haunted by the dead in closets.

This is for the child that cries inside of us.
Dies inside of us.
This is for our caged beast.
Blocked for years by inhibitions.
Raging to be let free.

This is to freedom from our chains.
To escaping man-made flames
This is to winning all their games.
To being unashamed for who we really want to be.

This is for you
no less than it is for me.

~C.I