You sit alone with your bleeding heart,
In the silence of your screams—
Not the kind that echo through rooms,
But the kind that tremble behind closed eyes.

You wonder how you will ever be whole again.
The world feels like a mosaic of shattered glass,
Each piece a memory, a wound, a whisper.

So caught up in the parts, you forget the sun.
You forget that light still exists,
Even when your hands are too full of fragments to reach for it.

You don’t realize…

Those times your heart has been broken
Were not endings, but openings—
Cracks where the light could seep in.

Those moments you’ve had your mind blown
Were not chaos, but clarity—
The universe shaking you awake.

Those beautiful dreams that reality has shattered
Were not betrayals, but redirections—
The soul’s way of saying, “There’s more.”

Those cutting words, dispensed chaotically
By razor-sharp tongues,
Were not meant to define you,
But to refine you.

These pieces of you—
The bruised, the brilliant, the buried—
Will all add up to a beautifully designed life.

Not perfect.
But profound.
Not untouched.
But unforgettable.

And one day, you’ll look back
Not with bitterness,
But with awe—
At how the broken became the blueprint
For something breathtaking. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer