A Poem for the Broken

There will be time for Grieving,

There will be time for Healing.

There will be time for Laughter,

There will be time for Disaster.

There will be time for Caring,

There will be time for Tearing.

I shed the words from my broken heart,

Breaking past the chains of burden.

I grab a hold of my former self,

I join to become hole once again.

I walk to the doors of light and guidance,

The sweet autumn breeze summoning me home.

There will be time for Salvation,

There will be time for Damnation.

There will be time for Crying,

There will be time for Love.