Mar 5
Broken

We bought a broken dog
and took him to our broken home
to live with this broken family.
We tried to fix him with broken
training. I was too broken to get
it right. The more I yelled the more
broke he got. I had a drunken insight
one evening walking him in a full moon.
He reminded me of me in my childhood.
I saw things through his broken eyes
and held him close. I promised I'd fix us.
I'd adopted myself from a dog shelter.
BJ Donovan
Written by
BJ Donovan  68/M/Charlotte NC
(68/M/Charlotte NC)   
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