Broken, shattered, and torn apart,
The pieces of my heart scatter like art,
Each fragment tells a story of pain,
Of love lost, and dreams that were in vain.
The cracks run deep, etched like scars,
A reminder of wounds that left their mark,
But I pick up the pieces, one by one,
And start to rebuild, until it's done.
I glue the shards with hope and faith,
And fill the gaps with love and grace,
I mend the breaks with patience and care,
And slowly, my heart starts to repair.
It's a process, slow and steady,
But with each passing day, I'm ready,
To leave the past, and move ahead,
To embrace the future, with a heart that's led.
For brokenness doesn't have to be the end,
It can be the start of a new trend,
A chance to grow and become stronger,
To find a way to live longer.
So I embrace my brokenness with pride,
For it's a part of me, that I cannot hide,
But it doesn't define me, or hold me down,
I'm still standing, and I wear my crown.
