Amelia_v

Maybe I was just born
with the skill,
hop,
hop, 
rock to rock,
bare feet,
curling,
to fit the curves,
of the rocks,
below my feet.
Up,
hands searching,
little edges,
that happen to be,

you think your absence will kill her
your empty cold shadow haunting her
but boy
you are so wrong
your absence set her free 
like a bird
finally let out of her cage
wings stretching before
flying into the sky

I am broken
but somehow
I find the quiet calm
in the pieces scattered across the floor
I'm an artist in the way 
I put myself back together
making something new
stronger
and a bit more beautiful then before
 

I am made of magic
some chaos
and a lot of poetry. 
 

I am me
and me is enough
for this world