Broken Spirit Poem by Lissa White

Healing my broken spirit
The pain in my heart
Throbbing with every beat
Robbing me of my heart
But where do I start
How do I start?
By taking my life apart
Piece by piece
Exposing all the layers
Exposing every hurt and pain
Tears baptizing me in the rain
Of all my hurts
Real or imagined
The pieces of my life
Cut them apart with the knife
Dissecting each and every one
Until I lay bleeding and done
As a stale, bitterness clings
Clings to my weariness
And to my very being
I try to remain numb
But flashes of pain assaults my senses
I can no longer deny my pain
I see it
Taste it
Touch it
Hear it
Smell it
How to I go on?
Facing what each day brings
Finding a new song to sing
Instead I wallow in my pain
Mourning the lost of so much
Slowly day by day
I lose more and more
I feel like a injured bird
With a broken wing
And unable to sing
Where is the hope?
How can I cope?
How do I heal my broken spirit?
Where is my grit?
Is it lost?
Or frozen in the frost
Of a cold winters day
That exist in my heart.
I am so cold
I feel so tired and old
Hibernating in a cave
Snow covers me like a grave
The sun has disappeared
Across the horizon
Leaving me cold and shaking
Unable to melt my heart
So cold
Frozen and old
Numb
My broken spirit