Broken

Broken

I am broken,
jagged like shards of glass,
waiting to be swept up, and
thrown away with the trash.

My heart is torn, much like
faded fabric that’s ripped,
with tiny frayed threads,
tossed away, unwanted.

I am exhausted beyond my strength,
as a soldier returning from battle,
fighting to keep trudging on, knowing
I’ve come to my breaking point.

I am broken,
jagged like shards of glass,
waiting to be swept up, and
thrown away with the trash.