BROKEN

Just need some rest for the time being

For the world demands too much out of me

I need to be broken to see each of my pieces here and there

With accuracy this time with caution repeatedly

Every piece of mine tells a story of how I went wrong

Shouting at me to correct myself every time; not others

It is the prolong process I ever came across

The patience getting on my nerves every second

Teaching me to hold myself and wait till the time is ripe.

Don’t misunderstand me as a broken, shattered and weak person existing now.

Collecting these pieces is now what needs to be done

From this very moment till the end

To become the stature of the person who defines broken as a collection of blessings on her way.

(The above poem has been published in the anthology Broken Hearts Volume 2 by The Writer Order)