Don’t try to fix me

I am broken.

Don’t try to save me now

my day has gone.

 

I live in memories,

dreams half remembered.

I am damaged,

smashed and undone.

 

I tried to fix me,

glue back the pieces;

some bits were missing

and some went back wrong.

 

Cry for the memory

of what could have been.

Weep for the history,

mostly unseen.

 

Grieve for the dream

of opportunity lost;

to reach full potential –

that life has gone.

 

 

© Broken 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Jean-Baptiste Greuze – The Broken Mirror – WGA10658 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)