Broken

Broken

The thrill of playing drums.
Life. Songs and measures.
Never easy on the first try,
Eventually an abundance of treasures.

Concerts, solos, practice for fun.
Mid-song, I sense a…crack!
Sudden. Unexpected. Fear.
Who is going to have my back?

It feels like I’ve been torn in two.
Broken. Beyond repair.
Breathe. Inhale and hold.
Where the hell is all the air?

It feels like I’m going to break.
Accept. Understand.
Grieve. Make a plan.
Jesus, please come take my hand.

I feel isolated in my own space.
Empty. Sad. Friends turn away.
Unworthy and Disappointment.
I think no one knows what to say.

I feel wounded, ripped, and torn apart.
Grasping for anything familiar to hold.
Searching my soul for warmth.
Why does my body feel so cold?

Broken. Splinters of wood.
I was supposed to be so strong.
A thousand times I think in disbelief.
My life. What did I do wrong?

Sticks that play. No longer today.
Unique. Sanded and Refined.
Recycled into something new.
A woman, friend, mother. Redefined.