brokenness all around

I live at and with and am the broken,

but not broken.

we all display as broken-down, 

until we present as broken,

but not.

we get broken up

but recover in due time.

we are a constancy of the breakdown,

breakup, breakthrough, 

and then beckoned, 

as if called.

broken is a way of living

until it is a way of life.

there are no shortcuts to breakdown.

internal, as a state that, that is.

it is self induced

and ushered along 

by comparative truth as a self-dialogue.

it's still amazing 

what self-truths can survive

and what demise self illusion can bring.

the riddle of self-worth, for some,

is ever the question, however disguised,

while for others, 

every story told is open to self-interpretation. 

some people have worth, 

bring worth, are worth,

however situational described or presented.

we are all a constant state 

of breaking and mending,

surrendering and healing, 

usually at the same time,

but in unequal parts served. 

deeply broken still has a hunger,

even if it is for just one crumb.

the burden is not the circumstance 

but the judgment is, 

especially if it is self-imposed.

how does one talk oneself 

out of self-judgment,

when the real crime maybe imposed 

by aloneness?

souls do not reflect brokenness.

one to another is an honest act of caring.

the self-work is mandatory, by being.

you can have all the manifest 

of brokenness to work with

but soul-wise I see you

and you see me seeing you.

so what do you have to say 

for your self,

from the soul connection exchange?

how you speak to me,

soul to soul,

starts the process, 

beyond what brokenness has done.

maybe there is brokenness all around.

but I see you,

from beyond what circumstance 

has to offer . . .