How can I say I’m broken
When you’ve been through so much more than me
More than I could ever even imagine.
How can I say I’m broken
When I’ve been given a life filled with only blessings
And my only problem is myself.
How can I say I’m broken
When I can so effortlessly trick everyone around me into thinking
I’m strong
I’m confidant
I’m smart
I know who I am and what I want and where I’m going and how to get there.
How can I say I’m broken
When I don’t even know myself
I don’t even know myself in the same flimsy way I think I know people around me.
How can I say I’m broken
When I can’t even keep my story straight.
How can I say I’m broken
When you dredge up some of your infinite fortitude
And lay down your heart
Your soul
On the table
How can I say I’m broken
When I see what broken truly looks like
How can I say I’m broken
When I see your hardships
Your wounds
Your struggles
Your pain
When I see your strength
Your perseverance
Your valor
Your hope
How can I say I’m broken
When I think of the most traumatic experience of my high school years as being asked to prom
Even though my Dad died senior year
How can I say I’m broken
When I describe a “family emergency”
As the death of my cat
How can I say I’m broken
When I grew up with two parents who loved me unconditionally
And a sister who was my best friend
And an easy personality
And a genuine love for God
And the best schools
And enough money for anything I could reasonably want
And I never struggled with discrimination
Never had to worry about getting good grades
How can I say I’m broken
When my life has been a dream
What is there to want
When I know I’m surrounded by the most wonderful souls who would
Unhesitatingly
Carve another piece out of their hearts for me
How can I say I’m broken
When the only thing that’s standing in my way
Is me
How can I look into your eyes
Through those fragile windows to just the tiniest sliver of your shattered soul
And tell you I’m broken
How can I say I’m broken
When I don’t even have the faintest idea what broken really means
I can’t say the words
When I really open my eyes to see the brokenness of those around me
I can’t say I’m broken
And I’m definitely not perfect
I must be the nothingness in-between.
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