Better Broken

i like me better when i’m broken.

i’d run to my prayer mat and pour

my turbulent heart right open.

beg for a miracle. beg you to listen.

fix this for me. carry this for me.

bring me out of this darkness

and light up my path for me.

tears fall easier. hands more steady

in prayer. less hurry in sujood.

more pages of the qur’an read.

if i was stronger, i would have begged

for a more challenging test just so

i’d remember what sweetness

and freedom tastes like.

what a heart full of light feels like.

but i bend at the slightest wind,

break at the mildest touch.

i like me better when i’m broken.

yet You like me either way.

unequivocal. unconditional.

i know i don’t deserve it

but i need it. so fix this for me.

carry this for me. bring me

out of this darkness

and light up my path for me.

for my heart is in perpetual shards.

how in need i am of Your mercy,

to stitch all of the good left in me

and restore these broken parts.

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