Alchemy

A Poem

One day, when I am old
(and I will grow old, 
as my dreams allow me) 

This beautiful life laid out behind me
(there will be at least a few moments that stand out most) 

and I know I'll not forget those in which
I held in my hands the shattered pieces 
of my heart 

And I'll be proudest, how proud I'll be 
that I always,
(always)

took all that brokenness, that
mangled, metal mess 
and somehow turned it into love

And I'll be proudest, how proud I'll be 
that I always,
(always)

turned around, my darlings-
I always turned around, and gave 
that love to you. 

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