The Broken and the Whole.

I live between the broken and the whole
But am no citizen of either side
I’ve come to understand a different role

I fought to swim the vanguard of the shoal
But learned when others fly I only glide
I live between the broken and the whole

I once pretended distant shores my goal
Or some lost place as far as I could ride
I’ve come to understand a different role

For I am neither stallion nor the foal
The unremarked corral where I reside
I live between the broken and the whole

Though I have nursed a lost and broken soul
I’ve risen – muck to middle – for my pride
I’ve come to understand a different role

I reach to you, still mired in the hole
And you can heed my hand and still decide
To take and understand a different role
To live, between the broken and the whole