You Are Not Made From A Singular Thing

We're not made of a singular thing,

Every single trauma is etched into our skin,

Every broken heart a fragment kept within,

All our tattered pasts build a fog of vines and pins.

We're not built from a singular song,

The notes we used are varied,

Like the turmoil of our wrongs,

A never ending cycle of a win then loss fargone,

A burden we recycle, so our sun can shine in storms.

We're not made of a singular past,

A moment that went crazy

How those moments felt like glass,

When our shoes were built with staples,

Every footstep it would crack.

We're trying to be stable, but our fables change so fast.

We're not made from a singular choice,

These echoes in our chambers

Aren't the only single voice,

So listen to it's neighbours, hear those that ask to live,

Because we, are not made, from a singular thing.