If she weren't broken,

she wouldn't know how to be her

How to be like that

How to be a writer. 

She wouldn't be able to pull out

such disorganized thoughts

in their most beautiful array,

then slowly rearrange them

to form

the most beautiful words

in the world.

She wouldn't be able

to feel.

She wouldn't have

fallen in love with


She wouldn't even

bother writing these

poems or read them,

she wouldn't bother


She might have been

a model now 

because that was her


dampened by everyone

around her,

 but it was her


And she might have never


writing again.


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Published by Joanne Giselle Degamo