This is a poem I wrote and had published back in 2004. It was written on 1/22/04. I have others as well but I would have to look hard to find them.
Its title:
Broken (Shattered)
Battered
Bruised
Used
Abused
Shattered
Can you feel this?
I can.
Battered, Cruised, Used, Abused and Shattered.
MEntally and Emotionally I'm not the same anymore.
Mentally and Emotionally ripped, torn and worn.
I look at you with scorn.
In me I hold a precious gift in which you helped create.
You want to come and hold this gift.
I move away as you draw near.
I am shattered and broken.
I fear becoming more shattered and broken.
No matter my fear, you still draw near.