I've been meaning to send this poem to a friend for a few days ... but then decided that others might also enjoy it ... so I thought I'd post it here :)
Broken
Broken
by the wheel of the car
driving me to the next
appointment
Broken
by the tearing tensions
of demanding opposing
compartments of my life
Broken
by the fall
from the pedestal
on which I chose to stand
Broken
by disappointment
of those who thought me
strong and sure
Broken
by the impermeable silence
unseen waves of mute resistance
from life denying loss
Broken
by words of bitterness
and hatred
spewed from a dark
and unimagined
place within
Broken
by angry taunts
of those who would not hear
my fear full words
Broken
the glass-like
clarity of vision
into a thousand jagged
frosty fragments
splintering the ground
Broken
steadfastly
as bread is broken
broken to be shared
among us
Broken
to be healed
by Jean Clark
in “Be Our Freedom Lord”.
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