I was born into broken home,
In the midst of chaos and storms,
With generations lost and gone,
With broken dreams and broken homes.
Growing up, I saw the pain,
The tears that ran down my eyes like endless rain,
Yet, I learned to numb myself to it all,
And built a wall, thick and tall.
But in building that wall, I also locked out,
The love and kindness, I longed for,
I fell into relationships, just as broken as me,
Also added to my misery.
The cycle of brokenness, seemed unending to me,
A spiral of hurt, without any mending.
But in the depths of my despair
I found a glimmer of hope, something very rare.
I realized that I had the power to break the chain,
To choose a different path, to rise above the pain,
To love myself, flaws and all,
And to open up, to stand out, to stand tall…
Yes, I was born in broken home,
But I refuse to let that define my soul,
I choose to heal, to break bonds,
Create a life that's whole,
And to let you know,
“Just because you’re broken
doesn’t mean you can’t be fixed.”
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PoetryHey everyone!! I'm called Shirley Unusual. I wrote this collection of poems to encourage anyone who thinks he/she can't be fixed because they were broken , that "Just because you're broken doesn't mean you can't be fixed " Also to encourage anyone...
