Broken
I wish I were not broken,
A dreamer gone astray.
The dreams I’ve carefully spoken
Are begging for their day.
But I am shattered into bits,
A glass, spun, fragile thing.
My spirit fights in flickering fits
On a tired, single string.
even wishes, gently cast,
Like feathers from a height,
Cannot outrun the gathering past
A dying kiss at night
Thank you for reading, I appreciate your time. Many blessings.
This poem has a gentle, and even delicate feeling to it; your words paired with the careful use of rhymes make it a contrast to the heartache and the sense of deep mourning that comes across and might otherwise feel heavy or even oppressive. Well done!
Have you ever heard of Kintsugi? It’s a process of fixing something with gold. It’s a really cool concept that has many values.