"I am Broken"

“I am broken”

A phrase spoken from tongues of those in whom are broken.

But a phrase that is spoken from someone who was surrounded in brokenness.

A person is an intricate life force,

Not a piece of furniture you hang a free sign in the hopes that someone will finally get rid of your trash.

Your brokenness isn’t you,

It is the missing pieces to the person you were always created to be.

A creation is to be molded.

Adolescent minds mold to environmental changes because the wide eyes and lack of knowledge must look to the ones that were designed to care.

Brokenness isn’t brokenness but an understanding that the descriptors of your youth can not withstand the notion of hope.

Fear is the leader of the word brokenness,

It holds it at its dominant side and will continuously hit you with the reality that you’re not living in reality.

The weight of reality is burdensome.

The weight of reality can sit on your chest and pretend it is an elephants weight but in reality this weight is just the wind.

A passing notion that has been granted an undeserving gift of my time and will to live.

I allowed the weight to metaphorically break my foundation but I find my foundation was never built.

It was the beginning stages and my heart is the foundational barer. I must succumb to the weight of this outlier because if it don’t then…

Then life can go on.

Life can start.

Brokenness no longer is a descriptor but a word that I use in correct context and not used for the complexities of the human experiences. Words are powerful and shape the mind. To change, one must create shockwaves of truth.

Brokenness, one descriptor that is only for broken objects.

And I.. am not an object.