Poetry

A Little Broken

“We find our strength in coming out the other side.
Wiser. Braver. And yes, even a little broken.”

We never talked much, you see. We didn’t need to. The conversations we could have with our eyes alone was enough to fill the void within us. the holes left behind by the ones that broke us. Left us to rot. But that’s exactly what sets us apart from them. They’re the ones broken in a way that can never touch us. Where they feed off pain to feel powerful — trying desperately to be in control, because giving in leads to a darkness so profound that they feel the need to spread it — we find our strength in coming out the other side. Wiser. Braver. And yes, even a little broken.

© Sarah Doughty

This was written in response to the #NovemberNotes challenge. Today’s inspiration was Great Escape by Gavin James.

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