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)