Broken

All the broken people
hidden away in winter's chill
emerge in the spring sunshine
walking the streets.
We pass by
the young girl, heavy with flesh
repulsing the advances of
the lustful,
talking out loud to herself
eyes straight forward
determined.
Later, when I see her again
she is participating intensely
in a full blown drama
live with audio bits
gives me a glance, a mere
audience member who quickly
exits.

All the broken people
wandering but not different
none of us being born
under warranty
replacement parts available
upon request,
the completely new model
only possible under
certain conditions.

We all have broken days
silently patched together
sometimes very vocal.
We move together through time
carrying our burdens,
sharing the pain made bearable
with Him who gives us strength
each day to turn the other cheek
to being struck or broken
and in need of mending.