I am...

I am...broken I am a girl with cracks in her soul so deep they consume my consciousness. I battle a depression that whips my back as I tredge through miles of cement. The weight on my shoulders bends me low to the ground and I know in my heart that everything that bends...breaks I am lying in my bed exhausted from hours of sleep I am curled up on the cold ground enduring an invisble pain that tears silent wails from my lips I am sipping the coffee that stings my throat but I sigh at the pain because for once it is pain that is real I sit through nights where my mind haunts me and sends razors through my veins I sit through the voices that never stop until... I breathe in the crisp night air that flows through my cracked window and the thinking stops My mind is quiet I exhale Relief I am a girl you see sitting out in the meadow riding the pleasures that the earth gives me I am in my heaven sucking in the energy that flows through my fingertips I have found my solace My place of peace In the early morning mist and the twilight owl singing her soft lullaby I am persevering in a world that was created to beat me down My cracks are still deep in my soul but I found a way to fill them just for a few moments This pain I feel that wrecks through my body still exists but the morphine of life flows through my veins I am surviving I am...not broken