No Longer Broken

I broke my arm at the age of five,

I wore a cast,

My right arm is a little shorter than the left,

The cast came off,

I had to work to move my elbow and wrist,

My arm healed,

Even though it was broken.

I no longer tell people I have a broken arm.

Because it is not.

It was.

Badly.

Now…

It’s not.

It never crosses my mind.

Why then linger on the past emotional hurts and pain?

I broke my heart,

I broke my mind,

I grieved mightily,

I took pills of over every shape and color,

But I healed, am healing,

Even though I was broken.

So, I will no longer tell people I am broken.

Because I am not.

I was.

Horribly.

Now…

I’m not.

It is time to let it leave my mind.

I am whole.

I am healed.

No more casts,

The joints, mind and heart now move freely.

I refuse to render myself broken,

Because it is a rather popular thing to be at the moment.

Epiphany at last...

I am no longer broken.

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

A great victory poetically displayed. Great work!

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

" I refuse to render myself broken,".................fine writing . Best Wishes

[humbleServant]

Awesome!!!!! I love it, sometimes we do hold on to our brokeness!