The Broken

All the good ones are broken.
They know it and they use it.
Most would see it as something to forget.
The broken see it as a reason to not remit.
Using pain as something to gain.
To give back to the world once again.

A rape.
A death.
A disease.
A pacemaker.
A surgery.
A divorce.

All used to help one force
The soul to birth a new course.
Help those who are blind to see.
Help one’s vision to speed
Along one’s memories.

To help heal the pain within us all.

Comments

  • To say it briefly but honestly: This is beautiful.

  • crystl37

    Wow, you never cease to amaze me globatron. I don’t even know where to begin, this speaks to me at a level that transcends verbal (written) expression. An employer and mentor I worked with in my early 20’s taught me that the goal of artistic expression in any form, is to render the viewer temporarily speechless, this is truly a work of art.

  • I don’t know what to say guys. Thank you. What an honor Angie. Thank you. This came from a conversation with Dr. Skellings on Thursday.
    http://www.florida-arts.org/programs/poetlaureate.htm
    http://research.fit.edu/edmundskellings/

    He read to me a poem he wrote about his heart attack and how he can’t fly planes anymore because of it.

    I then mentioned my brain issue and said, “isn’t it good to be broken.” We both laughed and it was just one of those moments. It made this poem.

  • i agree, this is one of your best…i think because it is that paradoxical form of hope that is necessary today…bravo.

  • thanks again Akbar. could you expand on that further Akbar. for some reason i don’t feel it is a paradox. maybe that’s because I can’t think of it as a negative to be broken in order use it as a positive in my life. maybe that is untrue though as the very idea of defining it as broken negates that.

  • Greg

    Yeah I have to agree this one is good Globa.

    I will share that I too have been suffering some strange health ailments or changes as my body has gotten older. To be fair this is partially my fault because I have not treated my body as well as I can and am somewhat overweight. It does bother me quite a bit. Up to this point in life I have been damn near unbreakable. I feel out of a four story building and walked away, got hit with 28,000 volts and walked away, survived a crash in my sport car doing in excess of 105 MPH with out so much as a scratch. (The weird thing is the police officer said the steering wheel, which on a 83 Camaro was made of steel, was crushed around the column as if it had been bent.) My 18 year old daughter hit me in the head with a 16 pound sledge hammer about 2 years ago. It was an accident guys. Long story. But I am amazed I was alive, the doctors at the ER had no explanation why my skull did not crack open.

    OKKKKAY. That all being said I guess the problems of my age and body are catching up with me and it is scary. I don’t like the thought of dying, I know that sounds corny. It really bothers me. Anyway, the health problems are really beginning to take a mental toll on me, my sex life with my wife has been impacted greatly and I really not sure I can handle getting old. Anyway, sorry I have not been around for a while, been busy with life. Peace out and hope you all are well.

  • All, I thank you once again. If you could, I’d like to understand what good is. What makes a good poem? I’m still a bit perplexed on what that is. They are all my children so I don’t seem to understand why some would be more well received than others as they are all beautiful to me.

    It’s nice to be broken Greg. Welcome to the family. Death is an illusion. Don’t be scared my friend.

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