We Are All Broken

by Angela Kempe

We are all broken,

Like the cake that was smashed,

Still hot from the oven,

But to the floor crashed.

We are all broken,

Like ornaments shattered,

When that cat got tangled,

And we lost what had mattered.

We are all broken,

Like ceramic cracked vases,

With carefully glued edges,

That fill dusty spaces.

We are all broken,

Our bones stiffly creaking,

Like the boards of a staircase,

moaning and speaking.

We are all broken,

Like rocking chairs crippled,

By memories flowing,

From an old women, whittled.

We are all broken,

Make no mistake,

For if we can live,

Then we can break.

 

Inspired by Prose Challenge week #49 at theprose.com #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit

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Author: angelakempe

A songwriter, musician, and writer

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