When The World Stops Spinning: Poetry & Short Stories

Broken

** Written during a time of depression. At first, I was really scared to perform this infront of my senior class last year, but I felt this had to be shared. Many people go through this, but are too afraid to share their feelings. I hope some of you can relate to this..

The broken are attracted to wounded hearts

They attach themselves to them

 Like magnets 

The force between them is too strong to keep apart

The broken,

The broken, 

The broken. 

Have any visited you before? 

Have you encounterend them before?

Are their souls seeping out of their eyes,

Are their backs hunched out so you can see ever bone in their backs, 

Oh! Can you hear the sorrow intertwined in their all ready dead voices?

No. I do not see nor hear any of those things.

I see a smile she paints on every morning to get through her day, 

I hear his laugh echo down the empty black hall he walks alone, 

and I feel the warmth they try so hard to hide.

My name is Nathaniellè Thais. Meme 

Nathaniellè, a mans name that was transformed to mean strong woman, 

Thais. given after the mother of my mother's mother, 

a family made woman, 

and Meme, 

a cursed last name but I manage with it.

I am broken, 

forever broken, 

but that doesn't mean I don't have hope, 

or faith, 

or desires.

It just means I see things more clearly.