Cut And Broken... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Cut and broken...
went through a glass once again,
little pieces of what once was,
still embedded within,
tearing at me,
making me bleed.
My eyes are all open,
but I cant see, cause am swollen...
is this how it feels to be hated?
is this how it feels to be forgotten?

I grew an undefeated heart,
I have powers to turn my loneliness,
from my emptiness...
learned how to share my pain.
pulling the glass off,
making myself bleed once more..
putting the pieces together,
making me whole.
I gathered and collected at the floor,
like little gems,
claiming back my worth.
Priceless!

Cut and broken from my ore,
to fit into silver bands...
shine in everyone's finger,
rare as a stranger,
by the side walk...
I talk,
like a cut and broken tongue...
I have lost one wing,
so am busy being human,
fell off the ranks of angels.
for I have cut and broken wings.

who is my tailor?
where is my carpenter?
how is my doctor?
whose seen my wing,
for am cut and broken...