BROKEN

BROKEN
I see it.
I see the pain thriving in your heart.
I see invisible tears rolling down your cheeks.
I see frustration emanating at peak.

I see it.
I see your urge for liberation from the past.
I see every single feeling you wish to cast.
I see it's a mixture and that's why it lasts.

I see it, yes, I see it.
I see everything in your smelly creed.
You still wonder, ''what came in through which creek?''
You still wonder how it brought you ease, again make you bleed.

Now I see your pieces, I see it.
You were broken, I see what it is.
It's a journey, you shall meet a lasting bliss.
One that will lead and never make you hiss.
Life might just bring it, better still, go for it.

(C) Dauda Onawola
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA