Broken Shell


Sometimes It's Too Much...Like Now - Poem by Broken Shell

Sometimes it's too much...like now.

Everything is promised to work out for the good, but there are conditions.

I throw my hands up.

Maybe the broken pieces will find their way to where they belong
without me trying to arrange them.

Without me trying to save everyone who I swear I can hear your heart cry out from the inside to be saved.

But, I can't even save myself!

If I was Noah, I'd just build the ark and blame the rain.

On one side it's a family member with cancer being told they have a year to live.

On the other it's another family member in jail....again, this time for who knows how long?

On another side it's this. On another side it's that.

And then what of my own?

Everything is crumbling, breaking down to pieces all around me.

And sometimes it's just too much...

...Like now.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010



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