Broken- An Ode to Layers.

 

    Physically...

I'm taken...

But my name is singular in the legal sense...

    Emotionally...

I'm broken...

My feelings no longer receptive to receiving love...

Because love hasn't been given...fully.

    Mentally...

I'm driven...

Driven to pull myself out of the hold of resentment and regret...

Resenting the fact that I gave my all despite the signs that they didn't.....

Regretting I allowed myself to be lost...

Shattered...

Broken...

Pieces of me holding on by mere threads screaming for help...

And I...

I'm not even strong enough to put them back together...

 

Still...

    Who am I?

 My shell displays happiness...

Confidence...

Beauty...

It lights the room in a dark place...

Each layer of me is pronounced and bold...

I elude peace...

Even on bad days...

All a façade for the curious eyes around me. 

 

But take away that shell....

Go beyond those layers....

And look into my soul...

It tells the true reflection of who or what I really am...

 

Broken.

 

 

(Dedicated to all the those who live a facade everyday. The ones who yearn for unconditional love but settle for the right now kind of love. You are not alone.)