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Broken

You’ve heard of broken

That ugly word describing pain

“A broken woman”

As though she’s shattered

Laying in pieces on the ground

Unmoving. Static.

That’s not what it is

Grief, pain; they’re ever changing

Frenetic, dizzying

No. We’re not broken

Or shattered, or static

We’re simply unmoored

A boat without a dock

A leap without a landing

But not aimless. No.

We know the destination.

We just haven’t spotted it yet.

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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