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Journey of the broken

This piece is inspired by a book I am writing, about people whose hearts have been broken to an irreparable extent. It talks about those whose lives have been a mess ever since they were born, and how they find comfort in chaos.


Thunder and storms,

a place I call home.

The sound of raindrops,

gives peace to my soul.

Dark clouds and wind

cleanse my thoughts,

like a tornado,

mighty and strong,

it wipes away the emotions I hold.

Lonely is this road.

The road of the broken.

It’s hidden in the shadows,

far from the ordinary eye.

Forgotten in the dark,

they fight their lonely fight.

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