Shattered, But Mended : A Poem

Shattered.

I’m broken- inside- and out.

My heart is in pieces,

And my mind in a whirl.

I’m lost and I’m lonely.

A poor orphan girl.

My friends laugh

When I tell them my fright

Of things that shiver

And bump in the night

I know I’m not crazy,

But they tell me I am.

What is this? A game?

Or some sort of Sham?

When did I drift so far apart?

When did I learn to cut off my heart?

When was the sky ever blue?

When was the last time I said: “I love you.”?

My life is broken beyond repair.

My rose lips and blue eyes and raven black hair

Do nothing to help me escape my fate-

Of scorn and of tears.

Of fear and of hate.

I’m shattered by others-

By them and by me.

I don’t know what’s the matter with me.

Am I unlovable? A monster? A beast?

Or is it something that they say is the least?

I’m lonely, alone, and afraid all the same

They smile and say: “It’s just a game.”

What game requires death and my tears?

All of my dreams, hopes, and fears?

I got my answer one day too late.

Engraven on stone and on a cold gate.

A grave stares at me now

And all I can ask is: “How?”

How did this game

Become my Life?

Or is it a way

To end my strife?

My laughter, my tears,

Will all waste away.

I will be buried as well

Someday.

I’ve gotten my answer

In one scary word.

The game is called life.

No way to escape.

It goes on and on

Till the end.

Till the end

I will fight

And go on my way

With things to be done

And debts to repay.

I walk on alone

With only the One

To stay by my side.

I’m shattered. And broken.

But still, I’m of worth.

This question is answered

By only Christ’s birth.

He loves me

And cried when my

Sin chose my way.

But now I know

This isn’t a play.

Its life and its real

There’s no going back

No reruns or back fours

But only step on.

But I know I’m loved

By One.

He died in my place

On a tree made of wood.

He rose and replaced

My heart made of stone

And gave me a living one

Of His own.

He loves me I know

And he won’t ever leave

So I can walk on

By his side forever.

In death He is Life

And in life, He is All

I’m His and He’s mine

My Master. My God.

I’m shattered, but mended.

Broken, but whole.

My mind focused on Him

And my life His.

May I remember

My worth in His eyes.

He loves Me,

Shattered, torn,

Broken.