A Shattered Stillness

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In the quiet shadow of a broken heart,
Where love once bloomed, the ruins start.
A gentle ache, a whispered, lonely cry,
A falling tear, my soft and last goodbye.

I wander lost through what once was,
Searching my soul for its forgotten cause.
This pain I carry, a silent, fragile plea,
A truth that still, in brokenness, lives free.

But this is not the end of my story.
From sorrow’s ashes, I will rise renewed.

Out of the ruins, new roots take hold,
A seed of hope in winter’s cold.
For even in despair’s most silent night,
I glimpse the promise of morning light.

So I embrace the ache, a tender part,
Of this long journey, my healing art.
From shattered pieces, a new self grows—
Truer, gentler, more beautifully whole.

With every step, my spirit finds its strength.
I am becoming the masterpiece I was meant to be.

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