Broken
In shadows cast by tender years,
A sad childhood's tale appears,
A heart that once knew innocence,
Now haunted by its recompense.
The echoes of laughter once filled the air,
Now replaced by a silence, heavy and rare,
A family's embrace turned cold and distant,
Leaving a wounded soul, frail and nonexistent.
A canvas painted with memories bittersweet,
Innocence shattered, a loss so complete,
The bonds that should've held strong and tight,
Now fractured, scattered, lost in the night.
Discarded, like remnants of a forgotten dream,
In the sea of abandonment, adrift it seems,
But within these scars, a strength takes root,
A spirit resilient, though pain's pursuit.
For broken wings still yearn to fly,
Through stormy nights and tear-streaked sky,
A heartache's fire fuels a will to mend,
To find solace in wounds that time will tend.
Though family's love may have gone awry,
A broken childhood won't define the sky,
With every sunrise, a chance to renew,
To heal, to grow, to build life anew.
Remember, dear soul, you're not alone,
In your journey to heal, to find a home,
For in the brokenness, you'll find your worth,
And rise from the ashes, a phoenix rebirthed.
Copyright © Aysha Nuwas | Year Posted 2023
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