What I've noticed is that each presence has a purpose
And my stuttered words
And my clumsy tongue
May finally make sense
to some other voices
Besides the ones that
keep me company
What I've noticed
Is that your reasons
for falling apart
Are often your reasons
For coming undone
In the best of ways
And being able to be stripped raw
And starting from scratch
What I've noticed
Is that no compassion
Is ever unextraordinary
And sometimes it's the
Dullest knives that leave
The deepest wounds
What I've noticed
Is that we're all just
a few broken bones
And brightly colored bows
Decorated to show our worth
When really,
A blank canvas speaks
so much louder than
Any poor apology
Scrawled in permanent ink
What I've noticed is that there is so much more to give.
And if that's all there is to this life, then that is OK.