All the broken people
All the broken people
I look around and see so many
Then I realize I am one
Of the broken people
All the broken people
Looking and waiting
For answers that don’t seem to appear
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be seen
Waiting for an answer
All the broken people
Needing to be put together
One more time
Or
Maybe
Some of us broken people
Don’t remember a time
Of not being broken
Wondering
What it feels like to not be
Broken.
© Deborah Seale 2025
Copyright © Deborah Seale | Year Posted 2025
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