Broken

Broken

It wasn’t my brokenness 

which threatened to destroy me

It wasn’t my agony or pain

But rather, all I did to control it

Waging the war

Fighting each battle

Mending the cracks

Sewing the tears

Allowing myself to break

Was an indefensible choice

I expended all my strength

Trying to hold myself together 

Still, over every rise

The inescapable awaited

Try as I might I could only delay

That which I would not accept 

Once I allowed my heart to be weak

Once the shards were swept away

By the tide of inevitability

I could see the beauty in my brokenness 

It was there

I found my peace

It was there

I found my power

Broken

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

March 27, 2020