I'm damaged, broken
Like an old glass window,
That's been slammed shut
It's cracked, broken, yet still together
The shards are still held together,
Yet they are no longer connected.
The window is no longer one piece,
But multiple individual parts.
It's cracked, technically broken,
But it's still doing it's job.
I'd say I wonder
What that feels like,
But as I said before, I am like the widow
Just as it, is like me;
Broken, but holding on.
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Cracked
PoesíaFeeling misplaced in the world is what some do best, minus putting up the front that's never really needed......
