In the course of a few months,
Things changed.
Shouldn't have been a surprise but somehow it is.
The nights are no longer what they used to be.
I find myself avoiding them,
For they bring a loneliness I've not known before.
An empty, dark feeling settles in and threatens to stay.
What I so desperately fought against, is hanging,
oh, so low over me like a heavy blinding fog.
The spring flowers in my soul are dwindling down to a drab ugly black.
I wonder how bad it'll be this time...
Will I lose all feeling again?
Or will the pain be so bad all I can do is scream?
I guess I'll eventually find out.
Oh don't get me wrong.
I'll still fight against it.
What a fool I'd be to let depression creep in
without a struggle.
But I think it's a losing battle.
And sometimes, wars aren't meant to be won.
They just have to be experienced.
For that's where you'll learn your lessons.
In the lost wars.
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Poem's From Broken Hearts
Action2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes. If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
