Long Brokenness Poems
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She saw through tear filled eyes
The kindness in his own
She heard the witness of
The miracles he'd shown
But her past was full of sin
Of brokenness and shame
That made her so afraid
To call out Jesus name
So instead, to show her love
She knew she'd have to start
By letting go of sin and self
By giving him her heart.
What is in your alabaster box?
What came to you at such a great cost?
You've held onto it so long
And coveted the pain
But Jesus wants to free you
From fear from guilt from shame
Pour it all out now
At his beautiful feet,now bare
Wash them with your tears
And dry them with your hair.
Maybe it's not past sins
you've shut away and bare
maybe it's some hurt
that you've refused to share
now is the right time
while Jesus is so near
to finally let it go
to finally shed your tears
and if you continue to
hold on so tight to your pain
you'll never know the freedom
of how your heart will change
What is in your alabaster box?
What came to you at such a great cost?
You've held onto it so long
And coveted the pain
But Jesus wants to free you
From fear from guilt from shame
Pour it all out now
At his beautiful feet,now bare
Wash them with your tears
And dry them with your hair.
You will always stumble
When you bare a heavy load
All by yourself, all alone
We can depend
on His strength and might
For He said," my yoke is easy
And my burden light"
What is in your alabaster box?
What came to you at such a great cost?
You've held onto it so long
And coveted the pain
But Jesus wants to free you
From fear from guilt from shame
Pour it all out now
At his beautiful feet,now bare
Wash them with your tears
And dry them with your hair.
mentor me to make allowances
give me the fortitude to forgive
anoint me with a godly leniency
In this life I now live
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
make me more tolerant
operating with a Jesus attitude
teach me to be more compassionate
more redeeming and less rude
give me the ability to forgive
the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
have my brokenness resolved
I now stand before you God
In complete humility
with a penitent heart
vowing to do my part
In total honesty
to let go of anger
to no longer act with emotional rage
rebuking demonic traits
for in your wisdom I now wage
now able to absolve to resolve
all the brokenness in my life
between me, my family
and my Lord Christ
Lord give me the ability to forgive
and the capacity to absolve
teach me to be patient
for all my brokenness has been resolved
Tie me up to your heart
With red silken chords so smooth
Bonds of softness to fit your mood
Close yourself to the noise outside
Here in love’s den with me abide
Forget all that’s gone before
I beg you to lock that door
Tie me up to your heart
Do to my heart just what you please
Torment it and then just tease
Let your large heart dominate
My small heart now subjugate
Let might and prowess be shown
And your fiercest love be known
Tie me up to your heart
Make love’s knots extremely tight
Make impossible my flight
Have me bound up to your will
Open to your every thrill
Be my master through the night
Take us clear to morning light
Tie me up to your heart
Let go of all your madness
Your brokenness and sadness
The past hurts that brought you shame
That broke you and made you tame
Sweet freedom is calling you
Now you know what you must do...
Tie me, yes, tie me up to your heart.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I was once called fraudulent, malicious
Life of lies, because would I even know
what the truth looked like.
What storm did I summon.
Head held down
Forgiving...
Forgetting, a constant
I sought familiarity in validation, in approval
I sought friendship in trauma bonds, shadows of brokenness,
whether glued or drying
People pleasing, being the fixer
Filling cups with shattered casings
Placing hands in sugary dough only to taste it's saltiness
I, a pleaser looking to be amongst the crowd, only to find
the crowd wanted nothing more with me
I was damaged goods washed ashore by Humberto.
It's winds ragged on, but I withstood her implications.
Her twisted storms of rain and shine
I summoned this storm without gust.
Fury forged within, felt like a boat with no anchor
like a plane without a pilot.
But, I a pleaser, a wanter of the crowd, the one who
sought validation within crooked lines, tested waters without heed.
Harvey blew from southeast, meandering till I solaced in emptiness.
Darkness opened it's arms, I climbed back into despair, a place I was accustomed to.
This fury forged, but unto who.
Storms of clouds align but I was left without wind to build a cyclone
Like tangled threads of yarn, I could not find my bearing
I thought the rainbow meant an apology for tumultuous weather
but those below saw no warmth in its rising.
Nor they in an Olive branch
They were content with hate
Content with flamed arrows stationed at the front
I sought to bury the storms that I summoned,
I built damns to hold it's fury
Erected walls to forge an alliance
Yet the surge of rain and thunder would not let up
I am like an island once occupied, now deserted
Storms that blew, took all that I knew
What remains are those that were true.
I still don’t know how you saw me back then—
past all the brokenness—
how, without ever having known me before,
you saw what I didn’t even know
still existed.
Your kind eyes made it easy to open up,
to trust you would never judge,
never turn away,
never run.
You stayed beside me
as I walked through the darkness,
while never entering the darkness yourself.
You held the light,
but allowed me to find
my own way out of the shadows.
Past all the brokenness—
I still don’t know how you saw me back then.
Your gaze allowed me to look at myself again
and see—
despite all the brokenness—
that there was still something left of me.
Under your protective eyes,
I could pick up the pieces,
turn them over in my hands,
look at them closely
without fear.
You watched as I began rearranging,
began rebuilding,
even when I had no idea
what I would become.
Your sunny disposition
was a guiding light through it all,
your warmth
a safe place to rest.
Despite all the brokenness—
your gaze allowed me to look at myself
and see
there was still something left of me.
You never averted your eyes,
never changed the way you saw me,
never looked away
even as I transformed the brokenness.
Your kind regard,
your steady presence
gave me the courage
to see myself in a new light:
no longer simply broken into pieces,
no longer lost in darkness,
but as someone
whose inner light was returning,
whose worth had never diminished
despite the devastation,
someone still worth seeing.
As I transformed the brokenness—
you never averted your eyes,
never changed the way you saw me.
Even now, I don’t know how,
but you taught me to see—
that beyond the brokenness—
I am still me.
Your gentle regard
helped me stand,
helped me remember,
helped me find the path through
and grow because of the pain.
With your eyes upon me,
I have become so much more
than the pieces I was left with,
more than anything
I could have imagined.
And even now,
beyond the brokenness—
I still don’t know how you taught me to see,
Not only that I am more
than I ever knew I could be,
But more importantly still,
I am me.
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. Then my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 12 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that I’m a contrite and lowly spirit,
with innate hopes as a child of God that His
eyes will only see a gentle and broken spirit.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to
severe childhood trauma, and as such, it is
necessary to speak to me as if I were a Child!
I confess to praying most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word:
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to
sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung
around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.” Mark 9:42.
As crystal glacier, suspended in the onyx air,
bleeds darkness kissed with saline sadness,
clouds tiptoe through trapped phantom winds,
dripping sinister creatures rising from the
egoistic eyes ~ cracked illusions reflecting the underbelly of
fragrant fountains ~ an inverted resemblance of
grotesque monsters lurking in seething spaces,
heinous jaws of the ill-omened ocean, where mermaid madness
is born from the womb of sun-deprived urchins,
jaded and jinxed ~ caging the paranoid demons in a
kaleidoscopic kingdom of paper delirium, spiraling with malicious
laughter ~ an echo of lucid lies and watercolor sin…
Maybe if I kneel on the golden altar of
nocturnal petals, lifting my hands, silencing
oblivious mantras of mania and unheard cries~
place a prayer, adrift in a cursed conch shell,
quivering and sighing sagas to the feathered horizon,
rippling with hope across the vast blue of brokenness,
seeking solace in the footfalls of northern lights~
then might the stars compose a tune, no longer fixated
upon chasing infernal wild roses stirring within
vermilion verses of a psyche haunted by splitting realities~ O twilight wanderers...
Walk with me through the shadows of the valley where
xanthic leaflets gather light to the summons of ravens,
yearning to brush the skyline; where the heart knows no fear of evil, and
Zen, etched in calligraphy, spans the sands of death and hereafter…
Depressionnnnn…
When the only light you’ve seen for the last thirty-six hours
Is what filters through the blinds
(or the refrigerator light)
And thirty of those thirty-six, you’ve been asleep,
You know that you’re depressed.
When even GOD feels tired of hearing you,
You know that you’re depressed,
and the point of staying awake is… WHAT?
To GRADUATE?
FROM WHERE? LIFE?
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, NO!
That’s when you act, even if you have to have a MAGNET,
(A therapist, A friend, A job, A goal, A church)
To pull you out of bed, and into the world, again.
That’s when you pray mightily, because there is an army of negatives
That seem arrayed against you.
Whether the army is there,
Or not,
You can FEEL them,
The weight of all that’s left UNDONE,
The Vicissitudes,
The Cheats and Swindles and Lies…
Do I make myself clear?
Every day is a Beginning,
And the strange thing is, you may find yourself enjoying it!
‘Cause Life and Breath and Dreams (even the Halves of Dreams)
ARE ALL WORTH IT.
GOD CARES!
And the proof is, we’re all still HERE!
That I am here, today, is proof!
Remember that old line – ‘it was then, that I carried you’.
There's a storm in my heart
It has tattooed scars on my soul
I have seen the ugly face of a wound
It reeked bitterness
And in the cold dark pain
I felt something die inside me
Now I carry the carcass of dream
My hopes have deserted me
To crown me king of sorrow
My kingdom is brokenness
Pieces of me lie shattered and bruised
I have no song and no dance
I have become a forlorn statue
Time scorns at my disappointments
There is a part of me that no longer cries
It is buried deep inside gloom
I have become stone and desert
And when the arid winds blow
I cringe like a wounded animal
And howl in pain
more than any other occurrence that depicts the post-modern age
is the diminishing of society's once passionate Christian rage
people are now more secular, they're no longer in sync with Christ
people are now leading more shattered and broken lives
with no real sense of being connected we have misplaced our origins
we seem to be disconnected from ancestral beginnings
we have set aside our history and no longer give our elders respect
we are a fractured society with no depth of retrospect
our youths are out of control they're no longer raised to be polite
we have forgotten our forefathers, disenfranchised from our inherent rights
fragmented, disassociated we no longer seem to be whole
we're pieces of a dream, parts of diminished souls
In order to be healed we must look at the big picture
In order to be whole we need to seek answers in the Holy Scripture
the word of God will reconnect us to our spirituality
the word of God will tell us how to restore our legacy
we need to see ourselves as whole people who are integrated
more than just bodies but hearts, minds and souls no longer separated
take this bread the Lord Christ said for this is my life
take this bread for it represents the body of Jesus Christ
the Lord God desires that we not be broken nor to be stressed
He wants us to be whole in body and for our souls to be blessed
In order to handle the brokenness we need to reconnect with the Lord
with a yen to be whole in spirit and have everything in accord
for when you are at your weakest Christ will be your strength
His grace will be sufficient to go the full length
once broken but now blessed with a new found sense of hope
once broken but now blessed with God's grace to help you cope
once broken but now blessed the Lord's strength in you has been found
once broken but now blessed standing on higher ground
feed on the daily bread and be filled with the breath of life
once broken but now blessed with the grace and mercy of the Lord Jesus Christ
the worst is now over and you're no longer in the midst of a spiritual crisis
once broken but now blessed trusting on the Lord God's promises