Late Night Poet - My Bleeding Heart

Torn

Somedays my heart bleeds a sweet but sour song.

It's only because my souls has been dragged through a lot.

Forced to grow up too quickly, when catastrophe struck.

A caregiver and protector, I took all the shots.

Then after the battle had been fought, I'd was left to sowed myself back together.

I lived in fear of the moment I'd run out of thread

But,

It turns out, it was the needle who broke instead.

With no way to mend, I fell into the shambles,

And lost my head.

I stumbled along, to what I thought was my wits end.

But then a new kind of hope found me.

Pulled me out from the darkness.

Taught me to walk, and how to stand up again.

To put up my fists and claim my new life.

To believe in the dream and the possibilities insight.

I may be covered in scratches, patches and burns.

But

I've found my true home.

Now it's my turn.

Watch me turn rags to riches and gold.

The girl who thought she was broken,

was left in the past.

-BM