Losses in life leave people broken,
Ones spirit may never mend; a sense of
Betrayal will unquestionably never end.
Does one never learn when they are clearly
Shown that they are not wanted; is there a
Reason to hope, reason to survive.
Does one give up? Lie down… die?
Put life into perspective, of your soul be
Protective; learn to live within your own glory
Write yourself a new story.
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6 thoughts on “Broken…”
Write yourself a new story. That is what life is all about. It’s not how you start, it’s how you finish. Kudos to this wonderful poem & the one who made it.
Thank you, life with create such poetry! Ann
That is a most beautiful and sad poem. The picture seemed to be a spider’s web to me at first. Then it came into view as broken glass. So the last three lines in particular spoke to me, as if the broken glass becoming a newly spun web is a matter of seeing things in perspective. I related the cautiousness of a spider to self-protection, and the way it sits in the centre of its beautiful web, is like someone living in their own glory. Writing a new story, brings to mind the spinnarets of the spider, busy spinning a yarn, repairing the gaps and broken bridges, ready to make a living again. Sad, and yet hopeful at the end. Thank you!
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healing and grieving
Yes, great to rewrite the present and future, all the best with your ebooks.
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