I am not broken

Maybe I’m not broken

Maybe my brokenness

Lies in

Believing that I am

That there is something

Wrong with me

That needs to be fixed

That needs something

From outside

To fulfil me

To complete me

Maybe that is the great lie

Not only of my life

But of my culture

Sure I got hurt

And bones did get broken

Many years ago

Cause I was running

From a lonely place

Trying to find a place

To belong

To rest

To heal

But now that I am grown

And have my own home

I can build a fire here

I can find

A light in the darkness

To light my life and world

And although alone

I can be less lonely

Through the actions I take

Maybe I am not really broken

Maybe thinking I was

Was the broken thing

Was all a projection

Of someone else’s idea

Of me

Not seeing me

Nor knowing me

From inside

Only seeing a dark shadow

They cast

On what they assumed

Was the empty page

Of my life

The truth is

Those who love me

Don’t see me as broken

They see me as whole

Scarred at times maybe

But complete none the less

So No

I am beginning to see

I’m not broken

That thinking I am

Isn’t true

And if I am not broken

I don’t need fixing

And neither does anything else

Maybe now

After a long time of struggle

I can rest

And be at peace