Leave Me Broken
written by: Sheri M. Stewart
Sifting through
broken pieces of myself,
wondering how, but knowing
I am somehow still all right.
Yes I am broken,
lying scattered, shattered
but even broken I am still here.
I don’t need you to fix me.
My pieces are still beautiful.
Stop playing the artist.
My scraps are not your palette
to create your own mosaic.
I was crooked and imperfect
so the blows came,
seeking to eliminate
what others found distasteful.
Let me feel my pain.
I will not be sorry.
My agony is a reminder.
I am still alive.
Do not blame me
when your fingers bleed,
seeking to hide the fractures
that are my truth.
Let me be fragmented,
I am still me.
I want every piece of myself.
Just take me as I am or walk away.
I am interested in and fascinated by so many things in the world around me. I am a dreamer and a lover. I endure great pain and sadness. I am bi-polar. I have learned to embrace the many facets of who I am. I chose to view my illness as just another part of what makes me unique. I write as a form of self-expression and art. I share in the hopes that others can identify with my writing and know they are not alone.
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