Even in a charred city
Ashes suffocating the ruins, like a delicate cloak-
Civilization reduced to little but rubble and rocks;
Things will rebuild.
Someone will come along,
Take a look at the rubble,
And in place of sorrow, mourning, pain...
They will see potential, rebirth, good.
Even in a charred city
Grass burnt to all hell
A flower will grow
Through the ash.
Even in a broken heart
Buried under layers of cold, insensitive pain-
Love reduced to little but a distant dream;
Things will get better.
Someone will come along,
Take a look at the broken pieces,
And in place of hopelessness and despair...
They will see something worth fixing.
Even in a broken heart
With nothing left but shards of a whole
Hope will grow
Through the broken pieces.
YOU ARE READING
Even in a broken heart.
PoetryI don't even know. I rarely write or even post poetry but I guess writing about healing inspired me to want to post it. It's actually not as depressing as all of my other writing for once
