BROKEN II

A Continuation of Broken

we are like a broken mirror,
we see the cracks of our past
but we look into the still pieces to perceive our future.
we could be a broken wall,
but the sun would shine brightly through our cracks
and thunderstorms may come,
but soon enough to be evicted.
flowers would bloom in every corner
and we’d capture a majestic craft of what we used to be.
we both had our share of broken promises
that revoked the essence of happiness within ourselves.
expectations fantasized yet puzzles our transcendental mindset.
we could build a wall around our hearts
so it can’t be broken by charm,
but the recurring interest for love
is a set up for aching souls.
question is,
do we love just to be broken?
do we make brokenness a route for sympathy?
brokenness is not a fairytale.
there’s nothing magical to fade the pain.
what’s unbroken can be broken
but what’s broken can’t be unbroken.
how do you heal a broken heart of memories
imprisoned in a cold world
of
substance abusers and thrilled users
that abduct us into their territorial captivity
and dark corners
to be pushed around and be
mistreated
with no limitations
to the frustration and palpitation
that demanded no alteration
nor salvation
at the revelation of our brokenness
that trickles the broken bones
of our broken bodies in our broken minds
as we are broken people
trying to live normal lives in a broken world
that made being broken okay.
it’s never okay to be broken
but it’s fine to be broken too.
it sucks being a flower that doesn’t bloom knowing that
a garden is a watered down version of a graveyard but with butterflies
that chooses their seasons within us.
question is,
are these butterflies the foundation of our brokenness?

Author's Note

brokenness is not a fairytale.