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It is to be naked

That you should find me so broken

Words strip bare

The shattered façade of your reflection, and

I'm sorry, so sorry

That I'm not what you expected

But virtue collected these shards in hopes of returning light

It wasn't my stone

That complicated a flawless surface

But these are the pieces I'm owed

And to let you sometimes carry a few

So that my hands my heal

is my greatest blessing, but

I'm sorry, so sorry

That the sharp edges have hurt and hindered

It is to be loved

That you should find beauty in these scars

The jagged lines mended with your gold

To stand before you, with you

In my glory

Is to know Her shining face, and

I'm thankful, so thankful

That your being and my becoming are the whole

Of this journey home

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