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Broken
I am not broken.
I am bruised in some places,
cracked in others,
and in some places there are huge gaping holes
I don't need you to fix me.
When my hands are too full of the pieces
(of me) that keep brea king off
and I can't hold myself together
with my own two arms...
I need someone to hold on to some of my pieces,
and protect them,
and give them back to me
safe and sound.
When I figure out where to put them,
I don't need your suggestions to put the pieces
where you think they'll fit best
or what will put me back together the fastest
I am not going to put myself back together
with duct tape
because my tears will cause that duct tape to
loosen and fall off
No, I'm going to take my time
and glue myself back together
with: ACCEPTANCE
with: LOVE
with: BELIEF IN MYSELF
I am going to make myself stronger,
not harder,
so that I won't break as easily
but I'll still be able lend you pieces of myself
when you are cracked
and the pieces won't fit
I'll hand you a part of me and say,
"Here. Borrow this for as long as you need it."
And I will look in the mirror
at my scars
and feel proud of who I am
because I built myself back up
Of course I need help to do that
when there are too many leaks
for just two hands...
But I just need you to hold my hand,
not the glue gun,
while I figure out the new me
and then I can look you (me) in the eyes and say
"I am not broken."

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I wrote this poem when I was struggling with the idea that I couldn't fix myself, and that people wanted to fix me themselves they way they wanted to. This was my response to that.