I, Broken

I, Broken

A Poem by Prototato

I'm broken, shattered
Beaten, tattered
Weary, beaten
Poorly treated
Tears staining the earth I tread, 
Graceless, I'm fed up to the brink
of insanity
With these pointless words.
The thoughts like a tidal wave
Starving me of all I need
The emotions swirling faster than Dorothy's tornado
Mind pulsing
Heart shattered
Soul running scenarios
Nothing as it should be and everything out of place
I keep walking forward.
Fear 
I no longer fear, for there is nothing to fear
Ravings as a madman
A plan formulates in my mind
As shattered and broken as it may be
I keep walking
Carrying my soul's powdered pieces
My heart's exploding emotions
I found my reason to walk.
I tread on
See a face
An actual face is revealed
And then there's hope.
And a reason to fight.
I gain strength
I tread faster, harder, stronger
Anger replacing numbness
Anger at the world for pushing my hand
Anger at myself for letting it come to this
Anger at all that stood in my way
And it fuses my soul's sand into glass
It dissolves the crazy emotions
Welds together my mind
It's clear now
I push on
I force on
I tumble on and I power through the pain
I'm fed up
Anger mingles with hope
Determination with insanity
Creativity with a sense of purpose
And my path is clear.
I, broken
Tread through
Life bends, creaks, moans
It tries to stop my procession
But it's too late
Because not even I, broken, could stop me now.

© 2017 Prototato


Author's Note

Prototato
Be gentle. -_-
These are kinda ravings of my insane side.
(I do not claim any rights to this song - it just fit so well I had to add it in.)


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the truth will be so harsh some days

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How wonderful! It is a great poem!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have chills. Loved this. Keep it up, dude.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I got goose bumps epic read dude

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alright! I'm proud of you. Hope is powerful. A glimmer can quickly grow. Broken, tattered, and stitched up - a boat can still sail with repairs. Time, energy, blood, and sweat makes it all worth in the end. Press on. Keep the goal in sight.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Little Canada, MN



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