Positively Broke

Not all breaking is bad

If I had been whole my entire life,

The world would not be the same.

I learned from the hits that put cracks in my smile

I built myself higher and stronger from the rubble of my self-esteem.

Breaking to become whole again is a wonderful feeling, making everything out of nothing.

I am one of those few able to rise.

Like the sun in the east, and the tides in the night my rise was inevitable.

A chip on my shoulder so deep I had no options other than to prove the universe wrong.

Show the universe that it is only powerful as long as we allow it to be.

The universe has no power over me.

We control the uncontrollable as long as we don’t allow it to be out of our grasp.

If we just reach up and claim it, who is going to be there to tell us no?

Every obstacle just presents another way to tell the world to screw off.

I am a living, breathing ‘fuck off’.

A middle finger in the air to fate.

And a sloppy thumb bitten towards karma.

I didn’t accept the hand I was dealt,

I reshuffled