Fragments of A Shattered Soul

In the world's unwavering, relentless fray,

A young man stands, his spirit in disarray,

His soul, once whole, now torn and frayed,

By a maternal wound, time cannot allay.

His heart, a gallery of fractured dreams,

Echoes with a sorrow that in silence screams,

In his eyes, a river of lost joy gleams,

Underneath the weight of life, his spirit teems.

The soft lullabies of yesteryears,

Now haunted echoes of unshed tears,

A mother's love, a void he fears,

A wound so deep, it sears.

In the mirror of his soul, he gazes,

Into the abyss, his own self amazes,

At a heart that still fiercely blazes,

Amid the fragments of his soul, his gaze freezes.

In every pulse of his heartbeat,

In every path, every winding street,

His mother's absence, a repeating feat,

A symphony of longing, bitter yet sweet.

Yet in the shards of his shattered self,

On the dusty, untouched emotional shelf,

Lies a strength, a silent, unclaimed wealth,

A chance for recovery, for renewing health.

He is a mosaic of memories past,

Of love that was meant to forever last,

A broken chord in the universe vast,

Yet within him, a resilience unsurpassed.

He carries his wounds, his untold story,

In his heart, a wellspring of hidden glory,

Through the rubble, he will find his quarry,

To heal, to rise, his ultimate victory.

In the echo of his mother's lullaby song,

In the shadows where his sorrows throng,

His broken heart will eventually belong,

In the symphony of life, strong and long.

So here lies the tale of his youthful plight,

A story of loss, love and a relentless fight,

An ode to resilience in the darkest night,

A testament to healing in the faintest light.