Magic

Magic, as in, healing. This is not a poem but rather a piece that tells you to embrace your brokeness and it's okay to fall apart some times. 

Go ahead and read it. One of my personal favourites. 

Magic.

There comes a time when you want to break apart so bad. You want to just crumble into many pieces and lie on the floor, unmoving. But there's a part of you that tells you, in muffled voice, you have come a long way and that you are strong, just try and hold your broken pieces together for a little while more and everything will be fine soon.

You try and try so hard to hold all these pieces together.

But there comes the storm or sometimes even just a blow of air that sets you rolling down, all your pieces begging to lie down and just be for a while. And so you allow yourself to fall and break apart into not just one or two pieces but million little pieces.

You lie down extremely vulnerable and defeated for as long as it's needed.

Soon, all the little pieces find their way back to each other. They glue to the others like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. And before you even realize, you are standing tall as ever, with all your pieces together.

This magic didn't happen in just one blink of an eye,
there existed some phases in between.

When half of the pieces started to build the half of you, the lightning flashed across the sky and some pieces fell apart this time too, but neither did you nor did your little pieces lost hope. They found their way back to one another once again and soon you were beginning to become a new whole.

There are small cracks in between, where one of your piece adjoins the other. These cracks tell your story, what you have been through and how much strength you possess within yourself.

It's okay to fall apart sometimes.
It's okay to feel like you'll never be
able to be whole again.

But eventually you'll be.
You just have to wait for the
magic to happen.

-The Loquacious Writes.