From Brokenness To Healing: A Journey Of The Heart Poem by Noen Muti

In a sudden shift, I began to change,
My heart no longer beat for every pain,
I lost interest in the world around,
My eyes could not see, my soul unbound.

My heart grew cold, and sometimes empty,
I yearned to rid myself of melancholy,
But still it ached, no matter what I did,
I watched as I broke down and cried aloud.

I suffered nightmares in my bed,
Kneeling on the kitchen floor instead,
But I refused to speak of how I felt,
I learned to care less, to hide my heart's melt.

Yet still it hurt, no matter what I did,
I forced myself to stand and not be hid.
For healing comes from picking up the pieces,
And giving up on myself was not an ease.

I didn't want to die hurting and sad,
So I stood up, though most of me was mad.
I'd heal the broken parts of me and mend,
For giving up was not an option to bend.