Broken

I am broken.
Shattered
into a million pieces,
some so small
they are lost forever
when I break.
Each day, I lose pieces
of you.
I am afraid
that one day
there will be nothing left.
That all that was you
will disappear
with me.

I am broken.
Cobbled together.
Not the same
since I fell apart.
Healing not quite
perfectly.
Missing pieces.
But you
are my brokenness
and your light
shines through my cracks
and our love
creates my scars.

I am broken.
But not destroyed.
Invisible wounds
reopened without warning
will mend.
Less fragile now,
stronger than before.
I am reinforced.
I rebuild.
Again and again,
I rebuild.

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    Kristen Wood

    Kristen Wood

    Kristen Wood is a mother of six, including her son, Luke, who was stillborn on Christmas Eve of 2010. She is also a writer, a reader, a student, and an aspiring librarian. She desperately needed hope after the loss of her son, and she wants to offer that to others through her words.

    July 28, 2017
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