I am without answers
No longer polished
And blind to the world around me.
I have lost the facade
Picked up the chains
And thrown them from my feet.
I am perfectly imperfect
Broken
Undone
A twisted rusted mess
Kissing the open sky.
Questions lead to more questions
He meets me there;
Takes the pieces lying around me
And assures me that I'm close to his heart.
I fit in with the misfits
And into the forgotten society
He assures me:
The wondering and wandering are accepted
Beneath the pureness of his untainted love
I stand a mess--
Perfectly content.
Wholly free.
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