Broken
Broken
I thought
love could mend,
a gentle hand to guide,
but I stand here shattered,
pieces scattered, lost inside.
My heart once held hope,
now echoes of silence,
memories haunting me,
drowning in darkness,
I reach for a light,
but grasp only
shadows of what
could have been.
The weight of
sorrow, heavy,
pulls me down deeper,
each breath a reminder
of love that slipped away,
leaving me cold and bare,
a hollow shell of the woman
I used to be, seeking warmth,
yearning for connection, but now
just fragments of dreams, scattered,
lost in the void, where once was
hope, now only emptiness remains.
Oh, will I ever be whole
again? Will love find
me in this pain?
My legs
tremble with
the weight of
memories, aching
for strength to rise,
but fear keeps me anchored
in a world where love feels lost.
I long to break free from this cage,
to reclaim the heart that once beat
with passion and fire, to stand tall
and proud, a woman reborn from the
ashes, embracing the light once more,
reaching out to touch the warmth of love,
to fill the void that lingers deep within,
to be whole again, a spirit unbroken,
rising, soaring, embracing all that
life has to offer, fearless and free.
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