The slate black sky. The middle stepof the back porch. And long agomy mother's necklace, the beadsrolling north and south. Brokenthe rose stem, water into drops, glassknob on the bedroom door. Last summer'spot of parsley and mint, white rootsshooting like streamers through the cracks. Years ago the cat's tail, the bird bath, the car hood's rusted latch. Brokenlittle finger on my right hand at birth--I was pulled out too fast. What hasn''tbeen rent, divided, split? Broken the days into nights, the night skyinto stars, the stars into patternsI make up as I trace themwith a broken-off bladeof grass. Possible, unthinkable, the cricket's tiny back as I lieon the lawn in the dark, my harta blue cup fallen from someone's hands.
broken
A broken man learned to savor what he could when he had the opportunity.
In Nature, things are broken with a purpose clouds break to pour rains, rivers break to water fields, fields break to yield crops, seeds break to yield plants so if ever you feel broken, understand that you must be part of a better and more beautiful purpose..
nature broken-heart broken
No, you were certainly not trying to seduce me, more like trying to wound my ego, break my heart, I dunno. Did you like how you felt when you walked away? Do you prefer that emotion to this?
broken this-trilogy
For most of my life, I believed that my father had broken many of my bones. They were emotional and psychological bones; things no one could see, things that caused me to limp through life clutching for and holding on to people and situations that often rendered me immobile.
life emotional broken psychological father through
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