Broken not.

Drummed down by thoughts,
They are as follows,
Sullen breath, thorny hollows.
Alight, adrift, with none to spare,
Falling, fallen, there's darkness there.

Patched it up, sewn together,
Glued and tied, those fallen feathers.
Fit to fly, can barely walk,
In short, in long, a crooked fork.

Present day, future near,
past so far, but still has fear.
When to stay, when to stop,
When to go, when to drop.

Abrasive codes, sullen stares,
The looks they have, they strip bare.
A fact to prove, a pill to swallow,
It all sits there, deep but shallow.

The cuts are deep, the blood has dried,
There it stands..the great demise.
But cast a thought on hard core pressure,
Think about that of nature.
Some of which is pressed in deep,
may emerge as diamond treats.

Rest assured, be thine self,
Show up with pride, for that is wealth.
Take time, have pleasure,
But do not waste,
Perfection is rarely made in haste.