Constance La France Poet Verse

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Broken

I am broken-
          my soul fragmented,
my muse flattened and crushed;
   these wings beaten and fractured,
I am suspended in time with no future . . . 
     laying in a hospital bed, waiting for some hope.
                Is this the end? Oh sorrow! Oh sadness!
          The poet in me is humbled and lost, weeping,
but slowly, slowly bits and pieces are meeting in my mind;
         inside of me a strength is burning, 
   and I pick up a pen hesitating . . . 
and start writing faltering, halting, I write,
             and my wings unfurl-

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June 30, 2017


Poetry/Verse/Broken
Copyright Protected, ID 17-916-809-0
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France


Written for the contest, Broken 
sponsor, Lewis Raynes

Sixth Place

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Teddy Kimathi July 6, 2017 at 7:46 AM Poetry is a way of letting in the healing... You're strong, Constance. Congrats for your placement in the contest.

Kai Michael Neumann July 6, 2017 at 2:32 AM Hi there and congratulations on your win. This is my winner of the competition. Many wishes for the unfurling wings, Kai

John Hamilton July 5, 2017 at 9:18 AM This is a wonderful write Constance, congrats for a nice placement in this contest!

Lewis Raynes July 4, 2017 at 10:03 PM What a beautiful current write Constance, loved it all the way, especially the end, congratulations on your placement.

Joanna Daniel July 1, 2017 at 7:07 AM Hoping you are better, Constance, this poem proves your poetic strength, very soon you'll be flying, my friend:) a really beautiful write:)

Heidi Sands June 30, 2017 at 2:44 PM May you continue to heal and fly! This shows your strength. Beautiful ending too :)

Jan Allison June 30, 2017 at 2:35 PM aww Constance give yourself time to heal and soon your poetic wings will unfurl and you will be flying high again - a perfect poem for the contest! Good luck:-) hugs jan xx

Chris Green June 30, 2017 at 2:32 PM Beautiful, allow that cocoon of pain and uncertainty break open and spread those poetic wings and fly my friend. This was really nice. Best wishes in the contest.