I wish they broke my bones instead
because nobody would ask me to run with broken legs.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because my casts would be a clear sign that I’m still healing,
I wish they broke my bones instead
because I wouldn’t be expected to function without support.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because rest would be compulsory and not begged for.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because none would say my pain was a sign of unforgiveness.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because my smile wouldn’t be enough to stop attendance to my wounds.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because taking medication wouldn’t be seen as admitting defeat.
I wish they broke my bones instead
because no one would say my weakness signified a lack of faith.
Oh I wish they broke my bones instead
but instead they broke my heart and troubled my mind.