To Be Insane

To this paper my pen can not write

Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's insight

Are we all broken, lost in the night?

I think to my childhood on sidewalks

Kickball with neighbors in the park

Broken bones comforting in the dark.

I think to my teenage years on rivers

Beautiful scenes to make you shiver

A broken heart gifted to me forever.

I think to my years of broad travel

Knowledge not everyone can just gravel

In myself I found no damsel.

In those years of hurt and pain

I discovered myself with nothing to gain

Anyone can be broken with self shame

But to fix yourself is really insane.

-Liz