Break me, make me.
You pin my body to floors, to beds. You crush the words within my head. You, test me, vex me, haunt me, tease me. You twist my thoughts, you taunt me, freeze me. You’ve bruised my bones and turned todays into future clones. You’ve enslaved me, chained me, stripped me bare. You’ve played with weakness, enforced meekness. You’ve maimed my mind, pained me fraught. You’ve slaughtered my past self…now, that’s a thought. I may be a ghost of past gone days. But I’m awake, aware to this new page. It’s time to rearrange. Didn’t you realise, I’m a seeker? I’ll redefine you from torturer to teacher. Break me, make me. Drain me, train me, develop my thesis. Adversity can create strength from weakness.