Broken

Broken I feel today,

I found to my dismay.

I just want to shut the light out and curl;

It’s always silent tears and heaves and never a howl.

The galloping thoughts leading to a frisson of disquiet;

Dreading the oncoming long night of quiet.

Beat I am, sure, but not beaten, quite.

Stand up, I must but I have to gather myself before that;

Spare me a minute; that’s the least I ask, to give myself a pat;

Strong, I look but weak I am;

Weak, I am but the strength I have;

A warrior, I may not be but a quitter I never will be.

Not looking for sunshine but a beacon;

To let the creek of hope in.

Broken I was, but mending I am.