The painting I’ve used to illustrate this poem is from my She Persisted Series. When I wrote this poem yesterday, I considered going into the studio and creating a painting to go with the words (but after six hours of cleaning the garage, I was too tired! – Not sure why I thought it would only take a couple of hours but hey! I’m always the optimist.). I still may do that but this painting, which is No. 37 in the series, felt ‘right’.
I AM NOT BROKEN by Louise Gallagher I am not broken though I do have cracks I am not cracked though I do have wounds I am not wounded though I do have scars I am not scarred though I do have cuts I am not My breaks Or cracks Or wounds Or scars I am not my cuts. I am beautiful. Whole. Full of incomparable broken places revealing cracks healing wounds bursting into wisdom scars strengthening cuts that cut deep to forge beauty from the ashes of the places that have shaped me. I am not broken. I am. Beautiful. Brave. Bold. I am woman. I am me.
I hadn’t intended to write two poems yesterday morning but… having spent much of my life learning to heed the muse’s urgings, I could not ignore her call to write this one out.
And so… I did.