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Array ( [sid] => 161725 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Road [time] => 2010-08-10 10:33:09 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Brokenness is a young girl full of enthusiasm for life,
Torn to shreds when her innocence is stolen.
It is all the smashed pieces of her self worth scattered in the desert sands, by the ruthless winds of change.
It is her marred arms,
Tormented by the sharp blade of her self-loathing.
It is her body curled around the cold porcelain of regret.
It is the bottle of finality shaking in her trembling hands.

Brokenness is a loving father full of wisdom,
Eroded by the tragedies of life,
Like a stone under rushing water.
It is the upward curve his lips attempt to form after the amputation.
It is his daughter's hand quivering and the tear rolling down her cheek,
As she breaks his cracker to feed him.
It is his mind full of life,
Prisoner to a tired, worn body.

Brokenness is a family,
Shattered by the hard hammer of tragedy.
It is a mother doing her best to hold her family together.
It is her folded hands,
Lifting a prayer to God to heal her husband and daughter.
It is the loving brother holding his sister in his arms,
Not wanting to let her go,
Before she goes to the hospital.
It is a beaten, crumbled part of a road, no one ever wants to travel.



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The Road

Contributed by SunshineySam on Tuesday, 10th August 2010 @ 10:33:09 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished



Brokenness is a young girl full of enthusiasm for life,
Torn to shreds when her innocence is stolen.
It is all the smashed pieces of her self worth scattered in the desert sands, by the ruthless winds of change.
It is her marred arms,
Tormented by the sharp blade of her self-loathing.
It is her body curled around the cold porcelain of regret.
It is the bottle of finality shaking in her trembling hands.

Brokenness is a loving father full of wisdom,
Eroded by the tragedies of life,
Like a stone under rushing water.
It is the upward curve his lips attempt to form after the amputation.
It is his daughter's hand quivering and the tear rolling down her cheek,
As she breaks his cracker to feed him.
It is his mind full of life,
Prisoner to a tired, worn body.

Brokenness is a family,
Shattered by the hard hammer of tragedy.
It is a mother doing her best to hold her family together.
It is her folded hands,
Lifting a prayer to God to heal her husband and daughter.
It is the loving brother holding his sister in his arms,
Not wanting to let her go,
Before she goes to the hospital.
It is a beaten, crumbled part of a road, no one ever wants to travel.



SunshineySam, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit.

Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity.




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Re: The Road (User Rating: 1 )
by quadira on Tuesday, 10th August 2010 @ 01:40:42 PM AEST
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Brilliant. great insight. full of emotion and so well put together. well done




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