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)
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