THE BROKEN

How do we fix those that are broken?

Would we even know where to start?

How do we stop the insanity?

From tearing all of us apart?

When we feel so torn and tattered

Who will be close by to help us mend?

Like shards of glass upon the ground

Can we be put back together again?

We will one day fix the broken

If we stand up tall and, fight

For the broken will never get mended

If we only cower and hide in our fright.....

© Brenda Keough 

Angels, we are never broken, only maimed.  We can rise up and change the how others perceive....and we can build a stronger, safer world for those that will be proud to come after us.....  If I can do it...anyone can... 

I was brought back to life for a reason.  If God gets you trough it....

You can get to it!  Believe....Giggles the Poet :)