What if I was whole all this time?
All this time I though I was broken.
Those pieces beautiful strokes of colour on my soul canvas.
What if I was whole all this time?
In moments of self-doubt and fear.
Putting myself down under the weight of expectations.
What if I was whole all this time?
A miracle in puzzle shape.
All parts set in perfect harmony.
What if I was whole all this time.
All this time I thought I was broken.
