My broken soul of love

In shadows deep, where sorrows creep,

My broken soul, it softly weeps.

A tale untold, of pain and strife,

A fractured heart, the essence of life.

Each crack, a story etched in skin,

Invisible scars, the battles within.

A symphony of tears that silently fall,

A haunting echo, this broken soul's call.

In youth, I danced, so carefree and bold,

But life's cruel twists, their stories unfold.

A heart once pure, now fractured and scarred,

In search of healing, it wanders afar.

The first crack appeared, a love now lost,

A shattered dream, a tempest tossed.

Betrayal's sting, a knife through trust,

My broken soul, reduced to dust.

Through the abyss of darkness, I tread,

Seeking redemption for words left unsaid.

With each step, a piece of me breaks,

The weight of regrets, my spirit aches.

In the tapestry of time, I've become a thread,

Woven with sorrow, woven with dread.

A mosaic of memories, both bitter and sweet,

My broken soul, incomplete.

But in the darkness, a glimmer of light,

A flicker of hope, a chance to rewrite.

To mend the fractures, to heal the pain,

To find my soul's wholeness once again.

With every sunrise, a new day's grace,

I gather the pieces in this broken space.

Strength arises from what was torn asunder,

My broken soul, a phoenix of thunder.

In the warmth of love, I find my way,

In the embrace of kindness, my soul can sway.

To forgive the past, to let go and heal,

My broken soul, it starts to feel.

The scars may linger, a testament to strife,

But within the cracks, there's a vibrant life.

A beauty born from the ashes of despair,

My broken soul, now free to repair.

For in this brokenness, I have found,

A strength and wisdom, deep and profound.

A tapestry of scars, each one a part,

Of the masterpiece that is my heart.

In the depths of darkest night, I stand,

A broken soul, adrift in shifting sand.

Each shattered piece a memory, a scar,

A testament to battles, near and far.

Once I danced with dreams, so bright and bold,

But now they're fragments, stories left untold.

The weight of life has worn me thin,

My weary heart, a battleground within.

I once believed in love's sweet, gentle grace,

But now it's just a mask upon my face.

Deception's bitter taste upon my tongue,

The symphony of trust, forever unsung.

In the mirror, I see the lines of time,

Etched upon this face, no longer in its prime.

The laughter lines, once joyful, now are creased,

With sorrow's mark, my joy has been decreased.

My broken soul, a mosaic of despair,

Each shattered shard a burden I must bear.

But in the brokenness, a beauty lies,

A chance to heal, to mend, to once again rise.

For through the cracks, the light begins to seep,

A glimmer of hope, a promise to keep.

In every fracture, a chance to rebuild,

To find the strength that life's trials have instilled.

Though broken, I am not beyond repair,

I'll gather every piece, every fragment, every tear.

And with each mended piece, I'll find my way,

To a brighter, stronger, and more resilient day.

My broken soul, a work of art in progress,

A masterpiece in the making, I confess.

For in the mending, I'll discover grace,

And find the strength to once again embrace.

So, though I stand here with my soul laid bare,

I know that life's burdens I can bear.

For within this brokenness, I'll find my role,

And rise anew, with a mended, stronger soul.