I acknowledge being broken
Yet find the moniker incomplete
In a world full of fragmented people
In that deviance alone, I’m not unique
Tho’ I walk amongst the myriads
I shun the mask I’ve been asked to wear
As broken though I may be
I remain unabashedly unashamed.
Rather, I’m proud that I am broken
Prouder still that I’ve retained
The pieces, fragments, shards
Of truth- Surrounding
all the lives I’ve led.
For I admit to being broken
At no other hand than my own
In pursuit of a life that few have led-
And even fewer have survived.
Word Count: 99
I wrote this in response to Carrot Ranch’s Word prompt- Shards, even though the prompt clearly called for a 99 word flash fiction story.
Whereas this is indeed the story of a life that seems to have gone by in a flash, I assure you, it is in no part fiction.