Don't Treat Me Like I'm Broken

This is just something I wrote after a conversation with a friend yesterday. We were talking about the pain of my past, and the chore I am facing of confronting and dealing with it all. He was intrigued that I didn't want to be pitied, and this is what came from that discussion. I make absolutely no claims to be a poet or a writer of any kind, but as this is from the heart, I thought I would put it out there for discussion. Hopefully a better photo will be by in a bit, after I get home from work. Let me know what you think. Blessings to you all.


Broken
Don't treat me like I'm broken,
An object to be pitied.
You see the cracks, the wounds,
But I am so much more.
My hands though scarred and shaking,
Still serve joyfully.
My guilt and pain are evident,
My shame plain to see.
But they do not define me.
I am more than my scars.
They will heal with time.
Your love and care surround me,
Your listening ear my strongest comfort.
I need your friendship, your patience,
As I wrestle with my past.
But don't treat me like I'm broken,
I'm afraid I will not last.
I cling to hope,
A plan, a purpose.
I know I am not alone.
My life, though streaked with pain,
Is overwhelmed by grace.
I'm scarred, shaken, beaten,
But I am free.
I am me.
-R. Bryan


"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." - 2 Corinthians 4:8-9.