The Broken Heart

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There is a fragile place deep within
This place has been broken and fractured
This place bleeds relentlessly for a deep love
Who shall offer such peace?

It sits alone, waiting in the cold
aching for just a little warmth
Externally it pretends to look fine
Internally it cries to be held

It reminisces on those happier, easier times
When life was simple and most abundant
It holds on to moments of melting bliss
Where time once stood still

It has locked up these memories
shut deep within its hidden chambers
Never to be reopened or revisited
No one knows about it, and no one seems to care

What was truly precious and valued
has now been taken away and lost forever
days, months and years go by quickly
and yet the matter still urgently remains

It is oppressed with heavy burdens
And haunted by vain regrets
It dwells over the past
And is consumed by its failures

It finds no rest
It knows no peace
The sleepless nights just get longer
Who shall heal these wounds?

It lays by the ashes
holding on to photographed memories
never being able to say farewell
while the rest of the world moves on

It sets sail to a future unknown
where there is nothing but shattered dreams
it begs for a second chance
a chance to go back and make things right

But what's done is done
Nothing can be said or done to make it any better
there is no easy answer
there is no easy escape

It refuses to let go
It doesn't know how to move on
Its uneasy, afflicted, and damaged
Who can cure such a condition?

It has blinded itself from the light
And is consumed by dark thoughts
It has been swallowed into the abyss
Where time cannot heal its scars

It is like an abandoned child
sitting on the street curb
An orphan that no one seems to want
A dirty face with dried up tears

Left alone, he sits in the pouring rain
clinging to his filthy rags
he screams for an ounce of tender love
Who shall bring salvation?

Longing to hear a voice
it drowns in exhaustion
It suffocates, chokes, and gasps for just a single breath
Who can offer such hope?

It observes the crowds of people
Each one walking by without a single glance
It weeps in desperation
wishing for just a single friend

What used to burn with fiery passion
Has become dull and apathetic
Its world has become blurry and colorless
It is abandoned, rejected, and ignored

What used to be full of electric flavor
is now tasteless, plain and bland
It is withdrawn, downcast, and gray
It is isolated in its lonely and empty prison

Wrapping itself in a hollow cocoon
it numbs itself from feeling
It drifts off into a daydream
Because the truth hurts too much

It tries to hold it all together
But realizes that it wasn't meant to be
These happy endings only exist in fairy tales
Who shall deliver it out of its misery?

It has forgotten the sound of laughter
It guards itself from being hurt again
It doesn't know who it can trust
So it turns to counterfeit promises

It is troubled with anxiety
It is restless and weary
It beats uncontrollably
Hoping that someone might come

It desperately tries to change its circumstances
and yet any effort just leads to more suffering
All its shields have been stripped away
It is left vulnerable, unprotected, and defenseless

It is tossed by the raging sea
And swept by the frantic wind
It surrenders to the inevitable
Who shall calm this storm?

It covers itself in shame
And is eaten away by guilt
It wallows in its despair
And pleads for an once of forgiveness

It hides itself from the truth
and is lead astray by lies
It is trapped in delusions
and false realities

It searches its depths for a way out
But each road leads to another dead end
The world has come crashing down
and no stars remain in the sky

These fallen branches
are deserted and without green
They lie lifeless on the ground
where they rot and fade away

It has been trampled on
kicked, beaten, and neglected
It goes left unheard and unseen
Who shall bring an end to this pain?

It whimpers in the shadow of loneliness
It sees nothing but dark emptiness
It has lost its willpower to fight
It is bruised, crushed, and defeated

Its has become numb to its senses
unoccupied, paralyzed and petrified with fear,
It remains motionless, absent and idle
anxious, afraid, trapped in a realm of chaos

Does such a power and grace exist?
Is there such a love that can fully satisfy?
Will someone come to redeem the lost?
Is there a place without suffering?

Who shall grant it stability?
Who shall be its eternal security?
Who shall make it whole again?
Who shall heal this broken heart?

"O to grace how great a debtor, daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above"