I'm Broken But That's Okay.

Everyone tells me

how sorry they are,

as they look at me

with pitying eyes.

*

Imagining

how hard it must be

to live as me.

*

To them I am broken:

*

Just a watch that

doesn't tick.

A sea without fish.

*

A puzzle

you can't complete,

missing,

its last piece.

*

I'm a sun

that never shines,

hidden behind

a cloudy sky.

*

I'm a desert

that holds

no signs

of life.

*

But despite their thoughts,

judgements, misconceptions.

*

I don't see only darkness

when I look in the mirror.

*

I can find joy in

the sadness.

The struggles

I've been through.

*

The joy that

despite my battles.

I'm still here, alive.

*

That makes me

tougher, stronger

than those who

could never dream

of living as I do -

with what I have.

*

I am all of those

things they see

and believe.

*

Yes, I'm broken

and no, I can't be fixed.

But maybe you'll see,

I'm okay with this.

*

It is just how it is.

How it's meant to be.

So don't see sadness

when you look at me.

*

See the joy in all that

I am, and can be,

because of my

mental disease.

- Erin 30th June 2020 ( Original poem was written by me in 2015, this is a heavily edited reworked poem based upon the original)

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