Whole Yet Broken

She was whole
Yet broken
Like some tiny gear
In the mechanics of her soul
Had rusted over

As if something inside her
Refused to acknowledge
The outside world
As if the shutters to her minds house
Were closed

She was nothing
But a something
Nobody
Yet still somebody
Someone just not there

She had stopped working
No longer ticking over
No longer smiling, laughing, crying
She was whole
Yet broken.

Whole Yet Broken

Jessye

Nelson, New Zealand

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This is just really a poem I guess. People I’ve shown it to seem to like it, I think because everyone can associate with it.

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