First, be broken.
Fight back, or don’t. Bide your time,
or endure, biting your lip, and hope
to survive. Choke back a groan, whimper,
or let them loose. Moan. Throw your pain
in the faces of those around you, or
let it pulse once in silence across your face,
and be swallowed like a wave into the sea,
then like a wave return once again, again.
What is broken?
A bone. A heart. Whatever you ignored.
Whatever is most needed at the moment.
The body. The mind. The spirit. Pride.
A sense of wholeness. Ability. A sense
of self worth. Identity. Who is who and
who is me or you. A barrier. A boundary.
An imagined dream. Hope. A voice. Someone
you love. Sometimes it is the pain
that breaks. Sometimes it is a fever.
Give up, let it go.