Compassion Poem

Poem About Hiding The Truth

This poem is a vision that, in a way, haunts me. The faces are the people I must help and I can help by facing my past. The place where I was broken because these people need someone to listen and hear them.

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Broken

© Britney Hardin

Published on February 2010

I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.

On the outside they look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.

They're broken for different reasons,
and in different ways they hide
the pain, the hurt, the story; they will never tell.

The source of the brokenness
is what they hide.

I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met.

They look just like everybody else,
but they aren't;
they are broken.
They are just like me!

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