What a beautiful mess I've made
littering the deepest confines
of this aching heart.
It teems with strings unwound,
invisible to those careless enough
to pass this petty soul by.
Oh, if I could but braid
these miserable insensibilities together
into one chain, unbreakable and whole,
this sullied room would be
washed clean within the
mighty waves of Mercy.
And yet, somewhere deep inside of me,
I yearn for the muddled clutter--
the mess that makes me whole.
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