Broken I be

I think I may be broken.
No tears.
No anger.
No love.
What is love?
I do not even know.
Not the love of a mother for her child.
Nor for the love shared by siblings.
I mean romantic love.
Where birds fly in heart shaped formation…..
squirrels
blue jays
woodland creatures
live in harmony.
Fairy tale fantasy.
That is not what I want.
To be honest
I have an idea
it just does not translate.
I know what I do not want:
Prince Charming
Knight in shining armour.
I want:
Jester
Knave to keep.
How though do I love?
This is such a dilemma
for I want to love
want to care
but
I am Broken.
March 15/19

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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