Broken Dreams Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Broken Dreams

I am picking up my broken
wishes like a man who picks
up the pieces of a broken glass.

I am still portraying that dream
with a pen as an artist,
I use my heart as a printer
to take out what's in my system.

I have a wall full of framed pictures
in my mind
That reminds me of sad moments

The dream remains broken
like a dislocated knee,
but the door is still open
for me to enter for a second chance.

I am still Picking Up The Pieces


Author: Lyricist

Date: October 2019