Broken

A Poem

Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash

I need a sling for my whole body
and a sidecar for my emotions
because they are so broken
I am so broken, like that glass
you shattered on me
when you pierced my heart
with all of your shards
and pointy edges
to watch me bleed out
and become a puddle
of my former self

My arms are broken
from carrying my own weight
My legs are broken
from trying to walk uphill
in the face of all this wind,
with anvils falling on me
and clouds circling
until the thunder comes
and crashes into me
until my soul is broken, too

I wished I was broken
because torn wasn’t enough
I wanted to be in pieces
like the separated tears
coming from the well
that I built inside of me
that, unfortunately,
has gone dry due to overuse
and over-tears and over-
everything and then some