Damaged Goods
When you have a broken person
Not shattered, not entirely whole,
Just a few really deep cracks
Running down to into the middle
How do you repair the damage
How to do fill up those breaks?
Erase the abuse, the signs
The marks of all the mistakes?
How do you seek forgiveness
How do you find peace, and find
Escape from yourself, to walk
And leave parts of you behind?
Or do you pick up the pieces
And mend just the best you can
Hope that your scars miss the light
Pretend you’re just another man
Living in the sea of faces
Damaged goods, sifting through sand.
Maybe there’s a different way
To do this, and to not feel
Growing older, growing colder,
All that I have seen is real
Forget all that’s unforgotten,
Hide behind the mask, the pain,
Damaged goods, accept the scars and
Maybe, learn to live again.
Maybe, learn to love again.
© CM
22.12.2013
Some days, it’s very difficult to love yourself.
Days like that, when you feel empty, absolutely empty. When you’re walking and working robotically. Laughing mechanically. And all the while the cogs in your head are running in reverse gear, not thinking exactly, just.. empty. Some days, you are empty.
Maybe being damaged goods does that to you. You see more than you should, you feel more than you should. I’ve come to realize that it’s not all about seeking out happiness. The nothingness and the calm of the quiet nothingness are just soothing. Being blunted to the barbs of the world, it isn’t such a bad thing. ‘Empty’ is peaceful in a different way. Solitude is a double edged sword that can either polish you, or demolish you. Being alone with your thoughts, being alone with someone else and your thoughts, the very idea brings peace to my heart. Being empty is the fullest you can live, sometimes.
Or maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’m just bitter today. Tired, cold, bitter and resigned. Empty. Maybe….. Or maybe I’ve learned to be content with being content. Content with my life, my amazing friends, the people who love me, and occasionally, content with my share of the misery too.
Because ‘content’ doesn’t feel bad at all. ‘Content’ makes me happy.
Hugs, from
Your empty headed
Cookie ❤
I felt with every word written here Cookie, empty is good?! But we are seldom truly empty and at peace with ourselves. Beautifully expressed will relate to a lot of readers xdx
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I know, David. Getting to ’empty’ is in itself an achievement some days. But, well, I might as well enjoy it if I’m here, what say? :p
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Don’t worry cookie. Difficult times will pass by. You only have to be patient. You will learn to live again. You will learn to love again.
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The ‘damaged goods’ line really resonated with me, and it takes a lot of will to realise it can be OK at those difficult times.kudos.
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I guess at some point we become okay with the idea of being damaged goods, and that’s where contentment can begin to set in.. Thank you, 5th Shade. =)
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Too true indeed. 🙂
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You are anything but Empty Headed. And a Full Hearted person. ❤
Hugs.
Wonderful Poem and Quote.
Hope I can be the Space in your 'Empty'.
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You know you are ❤
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In the midst of pain we pray for emptiness or numbness. In the echoing hollow of numbness we wish for any feeling, even pain. Any place where you can find an iota of peace and contentment is a good place. And writing is often as good a needle and thread as we can find to hold the pieces of ourselves together.. Your writing is full of emotion. You are not empty.
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It just feels like I am.. Hollow, even. But oh well. Thank you sand dear. =) ❤
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You’re so right, Sand.. Some days, hollowness, and seeking that hollowness, is all I can dream of. I wonder when the flip side will hit.. Thank you, Sand dear ❤
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