broken birthday 51
cold
curled up
fetal
thinking.
anger leaking
venomous
blind.
broken bed
guilty feelings
lying here
paralyzed.
isolated
vacant
staring
feeling like a broken branch.
maybe I’m
a broken person
maybe I
can’t be fixed.
The broken birthday 51 by Rick Belden, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
November 28th, 2008 in
poems | tags: adult survivor, aging, birthday, lost man, midlife, new book, Poetry, ptsd, scapegoat's cross
6 Comments
1. marj aka thriver&hellip | February 19th, 2010 at 1:28 pm
A very moving poem, as usual, from you, Rick. I’ve often wondered this about myself. But, we’re not broken–we’re just healing. Thanks so much for letting us use this for the blog carnival. I so appreciate your poignant contributions.
2. Patricia - Spiritual Jour&hellip | February 20th, 2010 at 11:42 am
Rick, thanks for sharing this poem. Birthdays can be a really big trigger for feelings and memories. I have learned to appreciate and celebrate each new birthday for the person that I have become deserves to be celebrated. We may be broken but we are mending and the mending makes us stronger.
3. Rick&hellip | February 21st, 2010 at 8:11 pm
Marj and Patricia: Thanks for reading and commenting. Great insights from both of you, as always.
4. OneSurvivor&hellip | February 22nd, 2010 at 10:14 pm
I sure relate to feeling isolated and broken and wondering if I can really be fixed. Well…actually, I know I can be fixed and will be eventually…in heaven at least. I just wonder how healed I will get in this life. Sometimes, it seems like I am getting better and other times I feel as if I am almost right where I started. Or…I see “progress” in the sense that I have grown, but my emotions and response to life are sometimes just as they were many years ago.
Poignantly written poem. Thank you for sharing it…and for sharing you.
5. Rick&hellip | February 23rd, 2010 at 9:32 am
OneSurvivor: Thank you for reading and commenting. Progress is something we all want to see and experience in our lives, yet it can be so hard to define. And we’re probably in the worst position to measure our own progress a good deal of the time. As the saying goes, it’s like trying to see your own face without a mirror.
6. OneSurvivor&hellip | February 24th, 2010 at 7:41 pm
Ooo…I like that analogy…trying to see our own face without a mirror. Yes…it can be very hard to define our own progress. Sometimes, I have to look way back to see the differences. And then, sometimes, it seems as if I am not all that different from way back…that only my circumstances are different. Sometimes…it can feel as if healing is an illusion…but I know it’s not.