Broken?
This is another somewhat poetic piece of my free write poetry and thoughts. I composed this quite a while ago, but in reading it through, had things to add. Those are the bolded pieces. Today I am feeling quite philosophical- I am learning about lifestyles and ideas- there are few things I love to learn about more. I become torn between whether humans are broken or not. But I have decided they are. I mean, I am broken. I am very broken. I've hurt and fallen and bled, and there are still parts of me, no matter how tiny, that are still injured- still bleeding- that may never heal. I see the world through my own, skewed eyes, perceiving, understanding, and creating in a vision of smoke- visible to only some , as do we all. I make judgments and say mean things. I don't always understand and, essentially, I'm imperfect in my own perfect way. But aren't we all? Everyone is broken. Everyone is in pain. Everyone bleeds. Everyone has seen death and has been drowning, ...
