i find my brokeness in the tears of a stranger,
in the downcast eyes of a friend,
in the young and the old, in the sick and the lame
for their infirmities are obvious to all
i find my brokeness in a story of loss,
of despair and dead hopes.
i find my brokeness in a face filled with sorrow,
where death has become the only solution to life.
but yet to all these findings there appears one truth,
that my brokeness is not my own but that of the world,
for if i were to find my own brokeness in myself,
it would break my heart.