Untitled #8

amongst all the uncertainty and instability somewhere I am there
under the debris of life I am alive
why I cannot exist in the light of day is beyond me
I am perfectly human-- flawed beyond belief
and in order to find me you must look past all the casualties that have made me,
you must dig deep to find me,
let the glass of the word cut you
and somehow, you will encounter a girl who is perfectly scarred , hurt, loved, cared for and wanted impatiently waiting for someone to find me.
I wonder: who will I owe my thanks to?
'cause in a perfect word it'd be me but it's a reality that sometimes we need someone else to show us our worth
to show us what we're made of.
and with that said I realize who I owe my thanks to.
you helped me rediscover myself,
to push away the debris and move more freely than before
ready to try again and maybe even fall again.