Motivational · poem

Burnt Sword

I stood shivering

When I felt his touch,

wrapped within my fears.

Will he love me

And aid my heart?

Or will he hurt me

letting my hopes fall apart?

I didn’t know he’d stay or not

To bring together the broken pieces of my heart.

What if he’d just shatter the pieces further?

Will I be still able to keep myself steady after that?

I just walked away and let him go,

Because I did’t want my heart to be played with again.

Did he stand there and waited for me?

I would never know

Because I never turned back.

But now no one can break my heart

And I know time will heal all its parts.

Like a sword, burnt and made strong,

This fire of bitter experiences make me stand tall.

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