A Million Broken Pieces
10 Months After
Angel of mine
I never knew
my heart could be broken into a million pieces.
Shattered Dreams caused by ice-cold masses of flesh that can't be called human.
Unbeknownst Hearts torn can no longer mesh together seared and fuming.
Not the same joy, but tears instead
holding on to other blessings to keep my head.
Train up a child. YES, I did that and I say;
What would have happened if the masses trained the same way?
Would this fate still befall my rock?
Would the tick on the clock still tock?
Continuing to go forward physically but totally destroyed mentally.
From my womb, he was projected. Yet on that fatal day, he was not protected.
Don't know why my heart was chosen to become a million piece puzzle, broken.
Favor undoubtedly ain't Fair, yet I thank God for my angel up there.
About the Creator
LadyBella Songbird
Mother of 3 (1 lives in Heaven), Poet, Singer, God's child, Educator, Avon Beauty Boss. Resilient because God made me unique and keeps welding me together. I used to be nice, now I'm just standoffish. Yeah, stay ova there please!
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