Broken
Original pen name – Rebecca Ellen Hickson
The heart is broken by such loss.
It tightens with each breath.
Trampled by a ton of weight.
It suffocates the will to live.
Each day it awakens like a rusty pump.
It has no choice but to face the gloom.
Escape is nothing more than fantasy.
Dreams erase the pain but only for a moment.
Destiny must run the course.
Conquer one day at a time.
Until the heart no longer feels the pain.
Today is but a fragment of tomorrow.
Close the chamber of this broken heart.
Open the door of tomorrow and breathe again.
Awaken, put your feet on the floor.
Realize that yes, you are still alive.
Broken
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Hi, I’m Taylor Morgan. I write about creativity, process, and building a life around making things.


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