An Open Letter: To The Man Who Broke My Soul
An Open Letter: The Man Who Broke My Heart
By Harping by a Pixie
Sprocket
I have mastered stitching back my stitches
Plastering back my cracks
Gluing back as many pieces as I can
And I need no one to hand me my tools
I need no care to run my machine
An Escape From Reality
You woke up and must face the reality
Reality of pain, sorrow, and more doubtful days
But how I wish, One night ...
I'll dream just escape those bad reality.
Constriction
It hurts more every day
The tightness
The grasp
The hold
Wondering when it will end
If it will end
Reborn
I looked up in the sky and it's still gray
I wonder if it's still going to be okay
When I'm on the verge of breaking
I know I needed to do anything
Not to collapse after being humiliated
To recover after being stabbed and get rejected
Raindrops
Raindrops is a poem written by John Marc Cruz and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July. Raindrops Stuck, In the middle road. Sky’s discharging its emotion. And maybe I…
It Won’t End Here
And this is not where it ends, there is more.
This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone.
I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it.
I don't know what my old soul did.
Time Doesn’t Heal
They say Time heals all
But that’s never true,
Time disrupts it further
Taking me away from you…
Translucent
You made me understand that a broken heart can heal in a million ways.
You taught me that pain can be a crayon to much happier days.
And for the aches and bleedings, you gifted me,
I owe you my betterment
The New Normal
We all face struggles and setbacks in life. Whether it is a broken relationship, the death of a loved one, physical, financial or emotional challenges. Whatever the misfortune, God is there to cushion the blow, give us hope and lead us into what is our new normal.
Prolapse
He doesn’t know what he is saying.
Doesn’t he see the pain?
Can he not see the wound?
Pressure has been applied.
Pain of Progression
The hardest part in being alive is that it requires us to be more than who we are. We are called to look, not only to the surface, but pass every strand of prejudice in every person.