The Broken

Dear Fellow Humans, 

I have been broken

Whether if it’s from a love disguised by Trojans

Or from mates

Who are only there for your best dates

Each group has a fallen star

Broken like the last Czar

People break everywhere

Because of hardships and from those who “care”

When I was broken before

My heart tore

It lasted for a while

And I broke more to pain’s style

It was until I found my purpose in life

And I cared for others in their personal strife

That my tears

Stopped being nightmares

I was mended

Because help was extended

How do people get fixed?

Once one knows this, they won’t hate themselves to the River Styx

The way to fix the broken

Is to help them feel like a special token

They need to know they are loved

From all, even the ones from above

They need to be empowered

So they never need to feel towered

The broken need to know they are powerful

They have the potential to be greater than Churchill

They have the ability of the 300

They are as influential as Muhammad

They are as smart as Einstein

They have souls that are sublime

Broken people need to know

That they still have an inner glow

This the broken need to show

So people can help them grow

I know the broken souls will be fixed and honed

Because the broken are never alone

All the Best,

Vinayak Pal