Broken, Again.

By Sera Grace John

Crawling on four legs

Dribble down my double chin

The spider spun his yarn

Broken a thousand times over

Broken, again.

Back from school on a Monday

Papa left in a loaded Audi

Mama's pendant on the carpet, broken.

A bond broken, they said

She called it a bondage

Playing hopscotch in the park

I sped to save a Robin's egg,

A life, from being broken

Instead, gravity pulled me down

My bones were broken

Looking up at the skies

To escape the broken realities

The clouds were no different from

Broken China clay in water

Broken, like humans and their habitat

Building blocks, glue, staplers

Tapes, needles, sutures, cement

Apologies or therapists

Cannot heal the history of

Broken hearts, homes or humans

For the world is a broken place

And you and I are shards

Fixing our own fractures

Only to be broken

Broken, again.

By Sera Grace John