I have been broken for as long as I can remember...
with each new event in my life it made the pieces break more.
To the point the pieces where ashes, I was ashes.
You came along.
You help me. You built me whole once again. You made me strong...
Strong enough to deal with you breaking me into pieces. I am broken once again,
this time I am picking up the pieces slowly and getting cut along the way...
At least this time I am picking up the pieces one by one
One day, I'll be whole with no more
pieces.
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Author:
shara_07 (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2016 00:06
- Comment from author about the poem: I just felt this right now. I did it on a whim. It may not be good. I just had to express myself.
- Category: Sad
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POETRY SHARA is very cathartic and by writing ~ and sharing ~ it helps us to move on. Your poem is very poignant and true to life. A lot of my female students tell me they get broken (by Men) built up and then broken again ! They do tell me that each experience (of being broken) makes them better able to survive on the unequal playing field of love, We men get knocked back (sometimes !) but we seldom go to pieces this makes us better able to survive in life's love game. I have known Ladies so broken by love that they choose to die. Thanks for sharing ~ every blessing ~ one day you will be WHOLE no more pieces ~ AMEN ~ BRIAN
Wonderful write
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