Consider This When You Feel Broken
My cuts, so deep The mere sight makes you weep
I am broken,
But I am here.
I still breathe
My bones matter more to you than my existence
An expensive casket is how you value our friendship
When I was flesh I was at the back of your mind
Now I am spirit, I inspire moving tributes.
I am as visible as the air you breathe
After you’ve finished mourning and are sniffing and stifling
Choking back tears…