Morbid Poetry

Broken.

Today
My forest is dark.
The trees are
Sad
Branches drooping
In the fog.
The butterfly's wings
Are broken.

I awoke
In my room
Alone
The ghost
Of my dream
Lingering
The spell it cast
Was broken.

There was no reason
To be anything
Shy
Of lovely
On this
Beautiful day
But my mind
Is broken.

The tire swing
Hanging
From the branch
In the fog
Creaks
Groans
In apprehension.
My mind
Is broken.

I could have
Taken a nap
I had all the time
In the world
Except
I miss you
And so the spell of sleep
Is broken.

I do not know why
My anxiety
Chose today to
Hit me
So hard
In the bottom
Of my stomach;
What can I say?
I'm broken.

Why did I
Go out
When all I wanted
Was to
Stay in?
I knew I was
feeling
Extra broken.

Instead
I played parent
While I swallowed
My anxiety
But the pit
I call a stomach
Was noosed
And breaking.

I have come
To the realization
That while
Missing you
Didn't cause my
Anxiety
You help me stay
Not broken.

Because no matter how
Broken
I may be
You continue to
Fit yourself
Into my cracks
And brokenness
And together
We heal.
Not by
Ignoring
The brokenness
But
Embracing it.
Embracing you.
God I miss you.