Broken, But Beautiful

Broken, But Beautiful

I was only a child when my anger knew
How to make me bleed, I did not know words
Could cut so deep, my body was written of
Untold, aching stories, rivers and trails
Of misery, my skin would never feel the same again,
I was confused why I would hurt myself
For others who would hurt me, I was angry
That my scars were permanent to a temporary
Situation, I was only 10 years old when my heart
Shattered and my mind drifted elsewhere,
It only took eight words to destroy my sense
Of self worth, depression is not real. Stop looking for attention.

I had fallen into a spiral of pain, I hid my emotions
To avoid arguments, I was too afraid I would
Become a burden to others, I allowed myself to
To become my pain until I was detached from
My heart, I was around but not there
I felt alone and lost in my darkness
I would cry myself to sleep wondering why my
Pain would never be enough to be understood,
I was a child who was neglected and wanted to
Be understood, a child who’s pain slowly
Transmuted into anger, I lived in a world of
Black and white, all or nothing at all
I was angry at the world for shutting me out,
I was angry at the people who were suppose
To nurture me, I was angry at myself for begging
To be seen for something I am not, I was
Angry that my acts of anger was the only
Thing the world noticed, I was seen as
The angry child
My screams of help slowly drowned
In the chaos,
My cries of pain slowly evaporated
Into nothing,
My broken heart slowly crystallized
Into stone, I became the angry child
I carried my pain on my shoulders, while
My anger carried my heart
I got lost in the comfort of my pain
I believed that maybe one day my silence
Would be louder than my madness,
I just wanted to be seen through my anger,
I didn’t want to be the angry child anymore
I realized why others were at peace when
I was in pieces, I kept them at ease
When they took my peace
I never meant for my anger to make me bleed
Or to find comfort in my pain, but sometimes
It’s the broken things in life that can be so
Beautiful, I am now a painted canvas with
Stories that remind me to live from my heart
And out of my mind

By: Reina Patricia Cardona

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