Untitled - 100 Days of Poetry Day #40

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We’re not broken
Just bent
It’s cliché
But it’s true
We can be bent back
Into shape

But what if we can’t?
What if we’re doomed
To be bent out of shape
Misshapen creatures
Losing our originality
No place in the world
Because we can’t be us?

Then we shall be newly formed
Our supposed misshapenness,
Our new form
Beautiful creatures
Hauntingly beautiful
Jarring in our strange exquisiteness
Then perhaps, you’ll find that
We were never bent out of shape
This is our true shape
Out true form
Perhaps we were lost all along
And have only just found ourselves.

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