Can Opener

I am broken but usable,

Father in heaven, move me tonight.

My soul is so fallible.

Please guide me as I write.

My eyes scarred and burned,

Images that cannot be unseen.

Atrocities of which can’t be unlearned

The devil’s world can be so mean.

I pray all your children rise,

And stand against this horrible evil.

Bind up the adversary’s eyes,

And bring unto you, your sacred people.

Keep me in mind for blessings,

Though I do the best that I can.

An imperfect poet still in testing.

Merely breaking the mold of a toxic clan.

I know that I have agency,

You made each person free to choose.

Every soul is inherently free,

May everyone be exposed to the good news.

Please note as I have said before,

This world is destined to become depraved.

I am like the can opener at the back of the drawer,

Broken but usable and by your son saved.

 

09/17/2025

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Broken but useable is not a very healthy state to be in…. This seems to be a plea for salvation…. You speak if depravity and a toxic environment; you seem to be a poet not to the liking if some; you call yourself useable: not a very flattering term
You beg for freedom and know in your heart that it will come your way
Nicely written
Warmly
B🙏⭐️⭐️