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)
Worldly Winds 
Amazingly descriptive poem about grief. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you Rebecca for taking the time to read and comment. I’m glad you appreciated it 🙂
Reminds me of “Humpty Dumpty”.
Good way to express the brokeness that appears to be insurmountable.
However, I believe: God finds a way – out of no way.
Thank you so much for reading and taking time to comment 🙂
Love this poem. It reminds me of a favorite line from author Linda Hogan. I think it was from her book, The Woman Who Watches Over the World. She said, “In real life hearts break, and sometimes remain that way. Things and people close and never open again.”
Thank you for sharing your beautiful words
Thank you Michelle! I will check out that book, I’ve not heard of it before.
Thank you for taking the time to comment and I am so pleased you enjoyed Broken 🙂
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