Broken Not Forgotten
window washer, weeping silent, your sadness is in vain
black cats and broken mirrors are not your source of pain
tears fold and build a tower holding back your gardens’ rain
a heart too large for your tiny chest is what the doctor said
you ache for sleep, a likely ghost, for fears often play out in beds
skinny body without shape, your collection of crayons is missing red
broken puppet, a bulb that forgot to shine, or even glow
you never dared to dream you would live long enough to grow
write words and sing your song, but the boat won’t go if you don’t row
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