This is a broken poem for a broken heart
Written from a broken ink, shredded from a broken art
Broken lines and stanzas
Broken rhymes and rhythms
My mind is filled with mine fields
For I pour my heart out, have a drink
Thousand of questions ruminating my broken spirit
Waiting for an answer from the inside out
How can you taste sweetness without bitterness?
Or find love without losing one?
How can your stomach be filled when you never taste hunger?
Tell me how many women’s childhood dreams come to past?
Or how many babies will be born just to die?
Can a broken heart get back to heal again?