Road of the Broken
I walk the lonely road of the brokenunseen and yet seen by
more perfect human specimens than I.
I turn my face to its good side
loved and yet unloved by
critical eyes that scan for fleshly flaws.
I cannot hide my cracked and broken self
hated and despised by
myself in the mirror of people's eyes.
I cannot heal my wounds
festering and seething through
my broken facade of self-made beauty.
I walk the lonely road of the broken
seeking and yet not finding
one who will love my fractured self.
I turn my face in hope of finding
love extended in tender kindness
patiently mending my torn soul.
I expose my cracked and broken self
longing and looking for
a savior to rescue me from my destruction.
Who will heal my wounds?
Who will bind my broken places?
Who will not run from my festering sores?
I walk the lonely road of the broken
looking for you.
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