Where can I send this broken heart?
It pains me so in my chest,
It has been so torn apart,
How does it yet beat weakly against my breast?
I know how much a heart is needed,
To keep one's body's ebb and flow,
But mine won't work and I am failing,
I'm glad one's heart doesn't show,
For mine is filled with so much hurt,
With so much loss and grief,
It would not be fit to behold,
The children must not see,
I have to hold my head up high,
And look ahead with hope,
And work hard to mend this heart,
And know that I can cope,
I say this to myself so much,
My mantra it has become,
In spite of myself I keep pushing,
Let not heartbreak feel that it has won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem