Broken
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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.
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  • Broken

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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