Broken


Why am I so broken?
What in me is broken?
What is broken that I lost sight in my purpose?
What is broken in me that would make me forget the vision?
What is broken in me that I would give up my heart for less than its value?
What is broken in me that makes me cry in silence?
What is broken in me that would create a fear of failure?
What’s broken in me that makes me shame of my anxiety?
What’s broken in me that allow people to take from me?
What is broken in me that I would love someone who couldn’t first love himself?
What is broken in me that I would crave a man that didn’t love me back?
What is broken in me that I would desire a man who couldn’t speak life into my purpose?
What is broken in me that I would fight for someone who can’t share my vision?
What is broken in me that I would want another broken heart?
What is so broken in me that I had to ask these questions?
What is broken in me that I find healing in my pain?
What is broken in me that I feel like I had to wipe these tears on my own?
What is broken in me that makes it hard to say goodbye?
What is broken in me that makes me hold on and not want to let go?
What is it? What is broken in me?
My spirit…yeah that’s it…nah it wasn’t just my spirit, but my heart was broken.
It’s hard to see what is broken on the outside when the damage is internal.
You see what’s broken is me.
What’s broken is the little girl that never got a chance to grow up.
What’s broken is the grown woman fighting for her purpose.

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