Twisted into a form

Broken from a gash

Garnished with distractions

Spiced with change


Boiled in emotion

Simmered with aids

Broiled in helpers

I just can’t swallow it


Mind is tasted

Decisions are drunk

You cannot sip it

No matter the fight


I’m molded anew

Grown to adjust

Brightness of bending

Of starting again


Bent isn’t broken

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