DIARY OF BROKEN HEARTS

She was just a little girl, Born into a house filled with smiles, Dreaming of simple days— Running free, arms open to the sun. But

These carved rivers on our faces Are called beauty, as though pride Could be carved out of misery. Each line represents a boundary And a

Finding myself in the rubble of my thoughts. Sorting through PTSD, just to heal all over again. Fighting for breath as the anxiety kicks in.

Fear’s embrace, a lonely night, Searching for warmth, and a distant light, Thinking of home, The memories I left behind. A child alone; dreams displaced,

Amidst the chaos in life, I take a chance to breathe. I refrain from thinking too much. I bow down in temples and pray for

Seemed like I had found the one, Smiles shining across my cheeks, The happiness he brought me Fleeting, gone within weeks. Never believed in childhood

Absence breeds many hollows, For me it was loneliness; Deep and dark in its expanse. It was also a need to belong, At whatever cost.

I was six, though now it feels like years ago Grandma told me about a thing that makes lewdness, Only a term you’ll never relate

I hear the bells announcing that school is over, In silence, I walk home, my heart heavy with anxiety. Imagining what I’ll find at home

I have learned so much from growing older, I understand more, I am a bit kinder, A bit more forgiving of past hurts. I realize