What Breaks You
What breaks you is a seed.
You water it with silence,
Prune it with isolation,
Feed it with attention.
What shattered your world,
Will shape your crown.
A bootleg kind of royalty,
Rooted not in applause,
But in stillness.
The pain always leads back to Eden.
Not as a path,
But as a remembering.
A breaking point.
A rhythm you lost,
Then became.
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