broken

I used to believe that breaking made me stronger. But these days I feel that all this breaking has simply left me broken.

Broken heart and cracking mind. And a spiral that spins me back to places I’ve been a thousand times. But different. A slightly new perspective every time I spin around. But the results are usually the same.

I want too much so I give too much.

And then I give more than I have inside and I bleed myself dry. With my heart pinned upon my sleeve, I am always confused by the mess on the floor. There has to be another way.

And it all leads back to breaking. Or it starts with breaking.

I am broken and don’t know how to fix what’s wrong. But I’m not entirely sure that anything is wrong. Just broken. And maybe broken is right. Maybe broken is where I need to be right now. Without answers. Without knowing what comes next.

Sometimes death comes first and it’s the pain of loss that sets us free to live.