3/28/2013

Broken

Broken.

The word sticks in my mind.

Beats in tandem with my heart.

A little girl gets her unbroken burger,

and we are verklempt at the kindness of strangers.

Broken.

A young man stays in a theater and dies

because the cops working security break him

As if he were driftwood in the way.

Broken.

For every story of brokenness made whole,

Stories of brokenness made threaten to overwhelm us.

Broken.

Somehow we can simultaneously want to

mend another's brokenness while

ensuring that we break someone else

because they are too other.

Broken.


It's a word we use to suit our needs.

We want to think that others are not.

If others are other, than empathy is not needed,

and it doesn't matter if they are broken,

because our brokenness matters more.

Broken.

We are all broken, mended, tattered, worn.

Some of us do better jobs of covering the brokenness,

Others wear it with pride and a chip.

Broken.

Our time on earth is a series of breaking

Followed by mending and building.

We learn our humility, our humanity,

In the series of breaking and building

We do over a lifetime.

Until we are broken no more.


2 comments:

E Fischer said...

I like this.
"Broken.


It's a word we use to suit our needs.

We want to think that others are not.

If others are other, than empathy is not needed,

and it doesn't matter if they are broken,

because our brokenness matters more."
is especially touching. I am a broken man/You can't break me.

K Wombles said...

Thank you.

I appreciate your advocacy and efforts to show how important one's life journey is, how care for a loved one can clear away all the extra noise that doesn't matter and peel life back to the essentials, that this can and does feel like a breaking and yet is more than that, different than that, and that you share this journey as honestly as you can.