Broken is the word
Broken us the verb
That you can use for me
Its the thing that’ll set me free.
I’m broken, I’m in halves
A thousand times I’ve been ripped apart,
A thousand times I’ve been teared through,
A billion times I’ve come back though…
But life doesn’t stop, nor does the pain;
I have been kicked, thwarted, will be again.
Fall and crumble and break down,
And here, here, falls my crown
My crown, the broken, broken one
No, no, its no more any fun
But the day will pass, the next day may come,
When I’ll become again threesome:
With all vigour, my power, and strength
I may stand again, my feelings vent
And be the epitome of myself, more “me”
These broken parts stitched together, will make ‘me’ free, finally.
©Snehal Sahay 2015
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