Broken

Glass

Shatters

Smashes

Cracks

Wood

Splits

Chops

Splinters

Hearts

Ache

Bruise

Stop

But what happens to me when I break?

There are no cracks

Etching their way up my legs

Nor do I split down the middle

One becoming two

I don’t turn black and blue

Evidence of battles fought and won

I don’t stop like a watch

Forever frozen in my dying moments

For I am not

Glass

Or wood

Or any other substance

I am me

And I am broken