Our Brokenness

I want to be sensitive to your pain but I have become numb instead.

I want to reach out and love you in your brokenness but I am afraid of your splinters cutting into me.

I stay within a comfortable distance

You feel the coldness

From dying embers I refuse to fan.

You say at least you're honest

And acknowledge you need redemption

While I feign strength by feeding on other people's weakness.

Alright, I've stashed my broken pieces

Neatly where they fit together like an unbroken whole

Yours is scattered all over the floor and if I'm not careful

Could wound me so deeply, too,

Making us two deeply wounded people.

Forgive me for being selfish.

Maybe I ought to be braver enough to invade your darkness with some of my light if I am to help you out of it

But I have tried many times and lost strength midway I had to save myself before I drown in your darkness.

Your brokenness breaks me

I watch you struggle and I wish I could understand

But instead, I get mad.

For me, blue is blue and red is red

For you, today's red is tomorrow's blue and the cycle goes on.

I want the colors to fit neatly in the square while you scribble all over and beyond the sides.

You have such kindness and pure intention

Your brokenness makes you tender

My wholeness makes me proud.

I pray I will learn to love you in your brokenness

Like you try to love me in mine.

We really are all broken people.

I'm just a little to proud to show it.