in a broken world
driving their broken cars
down a broken road
broken laughter
broken lives
broken stories
broken highs
broken people dying
broken people fighting
broken people crying
broken people trying
trying to understand
why life can be so broken
and I can hear my friends screaming
oh my heart
is breaking
broken people bleeding
broken people screaming
broken people hoping
hoping to not feel so broken.
there are so many broken
people
in this
broken world
and I am broken
and i've been braking
and i'm screaming
because
even our battles are broken.
but today my broken feet are dancing
dancing
dancing
dancing
because our brokenness is His
and we are loved by the King!
So broken people
I beg you
to tell your broken stories
to this broken word.
hallelujah
We are loved by the King.
Broken friend to broken friend, your poem, Broken touched my healed soul! Love you lady!
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