Mending Broken Hurts, But It's Worth It All Poem by Marketa Richnavska

Humming the song of the raven
I'm sitting here happy and free
My soul starts to glue up together
the pieces of my humanity.

Nothing is changing
but it changed so much
My mind wanders
but stays as such
My thoughts are clear
my demons sleep
And all that was doubted
is burried deep

It took me so long
to realize it all
to find out that flying
would descend form fall

I never thought I would live to day
when all of my shattered parts
Would fit together back where they were
by mending broken hearts.