Broken people sit on thrones as kings
and in gutters as drunken men –
who piss on themselves and diss you when you pass by.
How can you take this personal?
Broken souls hide behind trendy clothes and glossy smiles.
Hurting hearts – they’re masked by arrogance,
a pretentious I don’t care and an excessive need
to always be doing something productive
(or so they say),
meanwhile it is an attempt to keep going…
to keep moving..
..Anything to escape from confronting the void and lost
and emptiness you know you will feel
if you stopped quiet for a bit
Try to stop quiet for a bit!
Broken people are on self – imposed 24-hour shifts
running away from themselves;
while another kind of broken work those same shifts
to fill gaps in resources or affection
created by people they love, or loved, who broke them
See, we’re all broken people –
broken by someone and breaking others in turn
Who would believe then what beauty and magical light
we hold within?
It is a sick world, in need of care
Suffocating, in need of air
The hate and feuds make a dyspneic space
but you are air; Yes – you, broken and hurting
You are a god, possessing of the balm to soothe this earth in grieving
I see you, god
Do not drown in despair
It is through the broken parts that the light gets in.
