Broken

A Poem by Alma Miller

I'm not positive, but sometimes, at night, when only into my thoughts can my mind delve

I'm pretty sure that I'm broken beyond repair.

I can't be fixed, because that would require letting someone else in to do the fixing

And I'm too far gone to try to fix myself.

Sure, there are volunteers

they pity and they commiserate

but each of those friends, family members, or professionals have their own problems

and it seems absurd to distract them with the second-rate

issues that I'm dealing with at the present date.

And maybe, in some sick way,

I like being broken.

It gives me something to strive for, that faraway perfection,

that wholeness that so few seem to ever achieve

that seems to hold the secret to obliterating all defection.

I have been sad before

so sad that my body aches and my heart races and I can hardly stand to lift my head

or put one foot in front of the other on that thread-bare floor.

I know what sadness feels like

Yet whether I am truly sad now I cannot be sure

I do know that I am thoughtful, and curious, and perhaps

a tad resentful,

of the fact that I am to be broken

forevermore.

© 2012 Alma Miller

Author's Note

Everyone has days or weeks or even months when they feel like this, I think. It doesn't make us weird, or troubled, it makes us human.

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John Phoenix Hutchinson..

Ah something to get my teeth into is this a poem into a story....or a story in to a poem......who am I to judge. Except enjoyed it.

Everyone has days or weeks or even months when they feel like this, I think. It doesn't make us weird, or troubled, it makes us human.
This should be added to the main text to enhance the broken....the human.

Posted 12 Years Ago

zainul

I know your determination to rise and fall like a toddler.
You enjoy being broken and then strive to walk again with confidence.
Great piece.
Reflects your indomitable personality.