Fragile, broken and suffocated
Doused in an ocean of suffering
The heart can endure everything

Morose, obscure and amputated
Burned in the coals of reality
Broken hearts give us our humanity

No matter how tattered and torn apart
I feel that the weight of a gloomy heart
Is the best thing to happen to art
Though a broken mirror
It’s a reflection of our interior
Introspective tools of feeling
Ripe for the path of healing

© The Black Lotus