Broken First
BROKEN FIRST Broken first, I learned to cry From self to dust, I asked not why When lack got real, the heavens moved And through that pain—the heart was proved I came in full of teeth and pride A throne of self I held inside Certain my hands could force the gate But iron hearts don’t enter straight So down I fell through reason’s floor Each answer died, then died once more The mind grew weak, the body screamed And all I built came unstitched seams I cursed the dark, I cursed the flame Till both revealed—they spoke my name Not to destroy, but strip the lie That lives each time I ask “for why?” The ten stood near like mirrors hard Not praising wounds, not dropping guard They showed me what I could not see— The cruelest cage… was only me I begged for love but sought control I spoke of truth while hiding soul I wanted light to fill my cup Yet would not break the bottom up Then exile dug its fingers deep No borrowed strength, no stolen sleep And from that pit where pride was slain A ...