Who am I? A "This is what we're writing" Group Challenge.

I am the once was of a radiant ginger child
who built a fortress of imagination around herself
and dreamed of catching the stars

I am the porcelain doll I once feared
With a painted smile and glassy eyes
the scar of a heart stitched on my sleeve
wire shoulders snapped by the weight of the world

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
For I fear that who I am..
Is eternally broken.
I am broken.

I am a creation of the Lord Almighty
and I shamefully fear his purpose
for who I am meant to be.

I am uncertain of who I am.
A blank page whipping around in a rain storm.
As droplets of ink rain down a million identities
They bleed into my entity, a blurred complexion.

I am hideous until I make myself beautiful.
weak until I make myself strong.
broken until I say otherwise
and Damned without the hand of grace.

All that I am is nothing other than what I have called myself to be.
I thirst for self hatred and drink myself to perfection.

You see a smile?
It was composed by a broken heart.
You read my words?
They drip through my waste.
You hear laughter?
It is the bitter after taste of my tears.

I am the girl who breaks her own wings.
To remind herself how much she loves flying.

I am ultimately a failure.
But that's OK.
Because my faults push me.
I am a broken girl with a sunset in her future
and I hope that when I melt away
My colors will paint a beautiful story on the sidewalk.
Forever there for the world to see.