it’s not that I’m broken
just threadbare
in a way I’m learning to love
I don’t stuff the stuffing back in anymore,
just learn to appreciate changing shape
I do require needle and thread from time to time,
and a seamstress can only repair what is pierced in the first place
velveteen
you might call it scoured, but I prefer waterworn
smoothed evermore into something ancient and precious
you might even call me beloved
16 thoughts on "it’s not that I’m broken"
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This poem makes me think of The Velveteen Rabbit. You’re Real. <3
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This is so well done! I love how the title leads me right into the poem. And the metaphor works from beginning to end.
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Love the image of repairing what is pierced.
This poem is lovely and relatable.
Thank you for sharing
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i love this so very much! you brought me into my own belovedness line by line. thank you!
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Oh goodness, yes!
smoothed evermore into something ancient and precious
you might even call me beloved
How beautiful. Who didn’t have a beloved bear/doll/toy to treasure?
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I loved the concept of being beloved at a time of pain or breakup. This is a poem about a strong woman who’s learned to love herself, scars and all. Beautiful poem.
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Beautiful images strengthen the concept of “I’m Not That Broken.” Love the process of mending.
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I love this poem on every level – wonderfully crafted
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