Shawn L. Bird

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poem- broken May 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:21 pm
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If the broken pieces

didn’t blind him,

cripple him,

impale him,

perhaps he’d be free

to see her pain.

And seeing, to embrace it,

tame it, and more–

for her to show him

what she knows,

that slivers can be pulled,

that slats can be hammered,

that broken pieces can grow into crutches,

that the cracks of fractures

can be patched into a quilt

for a bed of nails.

Oh, he is broken, but

Comfort is where you find it.

 

 

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10 Responses to “poem- broken”

  1. awesome write up 🙂

  2. Melody J Haislip Says:

    Very powerful, thoughtful and beautiful.

  3. Once upon a time, a rain-soaked sleeping bag, and an occupant too tired to care. Comfort is indeed where you find it.


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