“Broken”
Broken beyond repair; but no one can see that all it takes is one more touch to shatter me to pieces. I need a world made in bubble wrap, but I have no such luck. Everyone looks at me like they don’t see the cracks in my skin but how can they not see them? Today I wake up and make my way to the mirror and stare at the cracks and ask myself, “Is today going to be the day that I shatter to pieces or will I have to go on as I am? ” I’m not sure if I want it to be my last day or not all I know is that it’s depressing to have to tip toe through the day just to make sure you don’t get shattered. I sit on the park bench crying when a woman sits next to me and after a close look we realize that we aren’t alone. Our tears dry up and all of a sudden our cracks start disappearing before our very eyes. We take each other’s hand and as we walk away the crack in our hearts heals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem