Broken-Karran Finlay

Shards of glass
held together
with glitter school glue,
still cut
and fall apart
when they’re broken
from the start.



Karran Finlay was born and raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Her career in marketing and communications moved her to several major cities throughout Canada. In 2017, she moved back to Edmonton, where she currently lives with her husband and two children.


“How quickly age descends on us. Our memories are maps to places that don’t exist. I was an emperor on a green lawn wearing a white sheet and a paper crown. The birds sang my praises from the hedges and the trees.” – Rodney DeCroo
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Comments 3

  • Amazing, love this website and so does writers. The poem is quite fascinating!

  • I really like short poems because it expresses so many things in depth that long poem cannot. I love your poem BROKEN. I could relate the expression the poet would like to say behind those words. It really doesn’t matter how much people are willing to do or sacrifice once they hurt you deeply and left your heart broken. They can try to glue it, fix things but still once what has been broken remains broken and cannot be fixed.

  • It’s quite nice poem, yeah hell yeah! it’s true the pain we are carrying from the beginning cannot be fixed with blink of an eye.

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