Fracture

A cycle of poems «Traumatology»

Amidst the chaos, a brittle sound
A shattering of bones, a wound profound
Fractured dreams, a broken heart
Painful echoes tearing us apart

Fracture, a crack that splits the soul
A fissure that consumes, makes us whole
In the fragments lies a chance to grow
To heal the wounds and let our spirits glow

Like a fragile vase, we've been torn
Shards of our past, scattered and forlorn
But in the depths of this shattered state
A glimmer of hope, a chance to relate

Fracture, a crack that splits the soul
A fissure that consumes, makes us whole
In the fragments lies a chance to grow
To heal the wounds and let our spirits glow

Through adversity, we learn and thrive
From broken pieces, we can come alive
The pain may linger, but it will subside
And in its place, a stronger soul will reside

Like a fractured bone that mends with time
Our wounds will heal, our spirits will climb
The broken parts will fuse anew
Creating a mosaic of strength and hue

Fracture, a crack that splits the soul
A fissure that consumes, makes us whole
In the fragments lies a chance to grow
To heal the wounds and let our spirits glow

From the ashes of our shattered dreams
A Phoenix rises, fulfilling its themes
A fractured soul, now stronger than before
With scars that tell the story of our war