I love,
Have loved,
Broken things.
All my life.


My childhood family
A broken thing.

My father was definitely a broken thing.
My husband is, unfortunately, a broken thing.
I don’t know many people who aren’t broken
In some spectacular fashion.

The problem with broken is–
You can try to fix it,
But it’s expensive and
Doesn’t include a manual.

It’s hopeless.
The most difficult thing you will try to do.

We come home to houses full of broken things.
Plates, pictures, people.
Holes, hinges, hope.
We are in love with broken things.

Fix it all.
Climb the walls.
The most broken thing I’ve ever loved is

My whole life is a fixer-upper.
My parents were the one thing
I desperately wanted to fix
And never could.

So I spend the rest of my life trying to fix:
The world.

I am broken.
The question is,
Do I love myself?

I loved myself enough.
Because I’m still here.
I don’t have to fix anything.
I don’t.

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5 thoughts on “Broke

  1. The only one that can fix the broken is Jesus Christ. He alone took my place and was broken at Calvary and the Father repaired all the brokenness and raised him from the dead and gave him full authority to handle all the broken lives.

  2. “Broken” hurts; it implies a need to act. Fix it or throw it away. Acknowledge its defectiveness…

    I prefer “scarred” for myself; it implies already healed. It is a beautiful testimony to resilience, endurance and the determination to prosper, no matter what.

    I’ve read a lot of what you’ve written. You’re more resilient than you sometimes give yourself credit for. Scarred, but beautiful. Healing, not defective. I’m rooting for you… 😀

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