Unbroken
I felt wars break in my heart—
violence my voice could not
bear to fight alone—
and still, despite the lies
I sometimes believe, I stand
each day in the strength
of my creations, weaving hope
into miracles—thread by doubtful thread,
even as the world screams
or turns away—
even as my hands
constrict my own throat—
I bear the unfathomable ache
of crafting the unbroken.
8.13.25
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2025
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