Unbroken ~ Will

Standing.

Still.

I've found my balance

On my own.

Although I'm missing you,

I'm not missing anything.

A feeling reminds my heart 
Of your presence in it while
An ache reminds me

Of my need for freedom

And your need to be free without me. 

Resilient.

Sure of myself.

It's not bravado.

It's confidence. 

I know I'm capable.

Perfectly imperfect.

Tenacity.

Unlike a mask of weakness

Appears harsh, abrasive.

It's meant to last

When the masks crumble.

Sometimes I wonder if

It's because I'm not broken.

I used to think I was.

I wasn't. 

My resolve holds me firm.

My skeleton is lined with hope.

I heal.

I live with the scars. 

Functioning and whole 
Even when I'm missing... you.

~m.