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Devyn Rivers
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March 4 - March 5, 2025
The trees thrash—a rage against the breaking The wind howls— its screams are for the broken The rain cries—it’s tears are for the lost. This storm of suffering—this torrent of horrors this forest of fears. Where the darkness hides the truth— There are only broken people here.
It is in the breaking, we become whole again. It is through darkness, we find the stars. Somewhere between the soul and the self, we find what we’re made of.
When a star falls to earth we make a wish Their undoing is our redemption What then does it mean when a soul shatters? If we are stardust and moon rise, fragments of the universe, surely we come undone only to be made whole again. An unraveling— of the broken and the beautiful. Just as we wish upon a starfall, Maybe our pieces that shatter, Our soulfall—are the wishes the stars make on us.
Why do we compare the heart to love? It’s violent if you think about it A bloody piece of me, I give to you Or you rip it from me Then it bleeds, it breaks, it skips a beat I hold the pieces in my hands and watch the road to redemption run red.
Let’s not forget we only break once—everything that comes after just makes us stronger.”
“When I’m with you, I don’t feel broken,” he whispered so only I could hear.

