If we are fractured, 

let us stop pretending 

beauty is to be whole. 

Let us not be ashamed 

of scarred flesh. 

Let us not be repaired. 

If we burn in fear, 

let us shout in disbelief, 

cry for what we've lost, 

be consumed by grief. 

If we are to become dust, 

let us be carried by the wind. 

Settle into the floor, 

heal what was torn. 

For then, 

if we can be reborn, 

we'll come into the world 

in the form it needs the most.