Broken by Yumna Hussen
Yumna is an author who loves writing poetry about issues like identity.
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This poem was inspired by people that I have met online, real-life and my own personal experience going through difficult times in their lives either feeling insecure or just sad. This is also influenced by a spoken word poem I heard the other day about self-love and self-care.
Hopefully, you can take something away from this poem and as always, constructive criticism is welcomed and much appreciated.
Enjoy x
Broken
She would always be a women of wounds
Scars plastered on her toughened skin
She built a barrier - a mental, physical and emotional one
Shielded herself
Lines etched on her forehead like the memories etched in her heart
She was broken
Irreparable
She believed she would never heal
Her voice, so quiet that it wavered
She wanted to fade away from the world
Never wanted anyone to know her mere existence
She was broken
Shadows of her past swam in her eyes
The burden of something weighed on her shoulders
Yet I still do not know what kept her miserable
When she looked in the mirror, she never saw her beautiful features and her qualities but instead criticised her flaws
She would never be enough
Certainly not in her eyes
She was broken
So the one time I sat next to her, I could feel her shift away
As I looked up at her, I tried to smile
Tried to smile despite the frustration I felt
Tried to smile even though it was all I had to offer
Tried to smile even though all the love I had converted to anger
That someone was dying this way
Because that is how I saw it, a soul dying
Broken
Her blood being spilled day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute and second by second
The colour of her skin was becoming more pale
The veins on her skin marking the struggles she felt trying to resist the fight going on inside of her
Trying to force its way, showing the world that she was still there
Barely breathing
Yet still alive
Her rope marked neck
The chains holding her hands together
They were the signs that she was broken and even love could not heal her
But if she healed herself, love could certainly be a form of comfort and carry her broken body into a good night sleep
Comments
Asad Dillz Khan from United Kingdom on June 29, 2019:
very beautiful and lovely poem yumna! Great effort Nicely done.....
