Before I could ever trudge across that stage, I was broken.
My mind hazed. Awareness was broken.
Blue lights danced disco on silver cuffs.
I screamed death. The door shut, the window shattered - broken.
Wounds ate deeper than the skin.
Under buzzing fluorescents, dignity parading in orange was broken.
This could not be my meaning - clawing a cement quicksand.
My family with hope - now broken.
Two inches of cracked green cotton cradled sleep.
Shadows that fell were broken.
That night I met Him, as salt bled in open flesh.
Holding invisible chains, I asked to be broken.