Your Own Unique Kind Of Broken

when he realised it was horrible out there,
he tried crawling back in, it was just as horrid.
he found out the only way it would be pretty again
was to claw at the knots till they unravelled,
till his skin bled. And then he had to go on,
he had to claw on to be his own unique kind of broken.

Roo

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8 thoughts on “Your Own Unique Kind Of Broken

  1. We’re all broken in our own ways. It’s a constant mattering effort of hiding that heartbroken child in us by putting on a cloak of “being adult.” We’re all just wearing masks to hide our sorrows and only the ones who find a purpose to bear all those sorrows for makes it through the maze of the orderly put together chaos of life…

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