Broken Man

A broken man, so weary and worn,

Carrying burdens too heavy to bear,

His heart shattered, his spirit torn,

He wanders aimlessly in despair.

His once bright future now seems so bleak,

His dreams shattered and hopes all gone,

In this world, he feels so small and weak,

As though he's been forgotten and alone.

But in his brokenness, there is beauty,

For through his pain he gains great strength,

And though his journey may be lonely,

His heart still beats, his spirit will length.

For he knows that life is not just pain,

And that tomorrow is a brand new day,

So he'll pick himself up again,

And walk the path that leads him to his way.

So hold your head up high, dear broken man,

For though your wounds may never fully heal,

Your courage and resilience will lead the way,

And one day, your heart will surely feel.