Broken Mind

They saidmy mindwas broken.

I lookedfor the fracturebut found none.

I searched for cracks in the glass,for loose wires in the circuitry,for missing pages in the manuscript.

Nothing.

Only voice where silence should be,and light where shadows were expected.

I kepthearing questionshidden inside answers,

and findingpathwaysinside conclusions.

They called it fractured.I called it weathering.

They called it damaged.I called it bent like light.