Tag: Broken

Broken/ Poem by MwsR

Often times I see people down on their luck, or people who feel so frustrated with their life, that they need someone to notice and lend them some help or word of encouragement. I know that all too often this life can be hard, it can be tough and we have to pick our own selves up sometimes, because frankly, no one else really will or maybe they can’t.

Letting ourselves be human, letting ourselves have bad days is just living life. It is okay to feel sad, sometimes, just don’t stay sad forever.

The key is to believe there will be better days, there is someone who will love you and understand you.

Give life and people a chance.

Michelle ❤

 

 

 

 

Twisted and still struggling

Trying to find just where I really am at in this life

Sometimes I cry because it is so frustrating

Yet I carry on,

First one day , then another

There are times when I feel I am just holding on,

I crawl if I have to

Pretend to be just fine

But others cannot open me up and look on the inside

They get what I portray

Often time it drives them away

No help do they offer

Even if they could help I think it would just vanish as soon as it came

Why does this feel like a game, always

I know they mean well, yet they sometimes come off wrong

I think trying to understand what their true intentions are is hard

Hopeless I continue, why is that?

I must admit there is not much satisfaction

Gah, I feel so very tired, yet I want to live

I want to know what it is that I think I am going to miss.

Okay, maybe I am just fooling myself

Maybe there is no right only wrong with me,

I think somewhere I quit believing in what I could not see

I think sometimes I am just broken

I want to trust,

I want to feel

I want to be happy , for real.

It is me who isn’t letting these things happen,

Me, who is lost and who knows maybe I don’t know how to be found

Who cares what I want,

Who cares anymore when I cry.

They think I should just get over things

Let by gones pass on by.

Wow, when I re-read what I  write

I know that I am broken, that is a definite, not a “might”.

But aren’t we all broken?

Don’t we all lose ourselves while trying to stick things out

Trying to go forward in the hardship, despite the hardship

I think it is true.

I think feeling broken, means life has been true.

True to every reaction for every action

Broken does not mean you don’t function

It does not mean you are not good.

But will anyone else know that?

Will anyone look beyond your exterior to see all that?

That is left up to interpretation…

MwsR ❤

 

Fragment

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Her heart, she displayed like a billboard sign. There was nothing left, at least not much anymore. Even though she discarded a lot of her past baggage somewhere alongside the never-ending road, she still had some that managed to show up, mixed in a lot of her  other emotions.

Whenever she wanted to rest, she would sit a spell and contemplate life. Thoughts that ran through her mind would create a crevis here and there, that she would ultimately fill with more baggage. Her past and it’s harshness created the many seasons of change she would experience through out her journeys on that never-ending road.

If she was lucky enough, there would be people to engage with and create with her a relationship of trust and comfort. Many times though there was people who took more than they ever left her with, in regards of trust and comfort. She always felt like she was never good enough or strong enough, yet each time she received damage of some sort, she stood back up as if to carry on.

Her heart was a crutch, yet it kept her steadily moving down the never-ending road. Sometimes painful more than steady but it held her up, when it was needed. Now it was that she had very little left of that heart. Not really of her own choosing but rather her lot in life and one she had to handle on her own.

She often thought to herself, “If my heart had wings, It could fly out of danger wherever it was”, yet that was a long stretch to say the least. She should know not to imagine far out things because those things never come to pass. At least not for her. It was in the fragments of things left behind, and yet to pass that she stretched her reach for things of hope. “If I could piece together all those fragments, then one day I might be whole again”, she would always say.

Shattered(after the abuse)

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When everything is said and done,
When with the loss of love, you start to rhyme.
Some gentle wisps of independence
A special kind of penance,
A choice you can make finally on your own
Despite the fact you left your home.
Wondering is for those who appear lost,
Yet, you find a place, despite the cost.
Breathless your decisions are made
Hoping not to lose it all.
Struggling, foraging, pushing back the opposition
But leaning, when needed, to whatever or whoever it be.
Everyone needs a moment, some time
Even if that somebody is me.
At the end of each separate struggle there will be some peace
Knowing in your heart of hearts, even though you have shattered,
You ultimately, did MATTER.

Daily Prompt/Broken

At the spur of a moment

In a second or two

You are surrounded and don’t know what to do.

Pain starts to shut down all your capable reasoning

You are compromised without much notice or heckling.

Whirlwinds of effort all thrown to the wind

No one beside you, not even one friend.

Things fall to the wayside

You don’t let yourself swim against the tide.

You are drowning in the “should had’s” and the “what if’s”.

Seems like your spirit has started to drift.

It appears to those that see

That your life is most pleasant as it can be

But on the inside looking out

Your heart is shattered .and scattered about

You wish to get it all together and promising like a token

But alas, you remain BROKEN!

In blue I can see…

In Blue I Can See

Forbearance has always been a part of my life
Enough that I can wear it like a second skin.
There is so much that I don’t share
Simply because there is no one who really cares.
Oh, they say they do
But when they find something they don’t like or want
They waltz back out of my life the way they came in.
There is a part of me that wants acceptance
That same part though, never ventures to.
It feels like I stab my own self
Over and over to make myself hurt.
I know that sounds absurd.
But truthfully, I can say it is true.
Nothing hurts more than wanting to be something you are not.
No magic pill to take and make it happen
No individual who can fix you.
In blue I can see, I can feel.
I know that color and feeling oh so well.
How can something that seems so beautiful to some
Make me want to cry?
When the things I cannot bear anymore
Brings me to my knees
That is when I truly feel.
If I were happy I would not see,
I could not fix what is broken in me.
But seeing in blue
I can focus on what I should do
What I should be
In blue I can see, the real me.

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