When I Am Broken
When I am broken dear Lord you carry me,
hold me and protect me from life's storm;
for this world can be so cruel and so evil,
words whirling like bees in a swarm.
When someone tries to break my spirit Lord,
their words stab me like sharp knives;
and all because you gave me this gift of writing,
oh, yes Lord, true- I am a girl who survives.
When I am strong you just stand close and watch,
but today you are carrying me through my pain;
and you kiss my tears away and soothe my hair,
like a father- you protect me from the rain.
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December 3, 2019
Poetry/Quatrain/When I am Broken
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1205-100-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premier contest, Your Best New Poem
sponsor, Emile Pinet
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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