BROKEN

To a broken little girl,

wetting her oreiller,

weighed down by anxiety,

crushed by fear,

swallowed by darkness and hope so sheer.

To a broken little girl who wipes her own tears,

who carries dark circles under her eyes and smiles,

like nothing was there,

like no storms, no hurricanes, no fire burning ablaze

lost amidst the specter, her life is a mess.

Always seem distant and cold but that is the only way,

to get away from humans who haunt her the most.

To a broken little girl who hears every single word,

stands pacific and calm,

but it cuts like a sword.

Like the blood, she drips away,

trying hard not to fall,

but loses anyway.

To a broken little girl,

trapped inside her own head,

who cannot get up,

cannot leave the bed.

To a broken little girl,

who, despite everything, finds a way to stand by,

who at nights, sing demons their lullaby.

To a broken little girl who is present but not there

breathing like the others, but nobody really cares.

To a broken little girl who is away and lone,

wanting to end her way

and return to the bare bone.

To a broken little girl whose wounds never truly heal,

The more she tries to forget,

the more she feels.

To a broken little girl who is just about to explode,

to a broken little girl for whom I hope.

Hope that if she has to explode,

may she explode like the Big Bang.

May her thoughts create the moons and galaxies from afar.

To a broken little girl who was once unheard, unseen, untold

may she create a cosmos whose mystery never unfolds.

To a broken little girl who has fallen from every step she has taken so far,

may she fall and fall like the shooting star.

Like the one to which every soul will wish upon

unbent, unforbidden and never again to be broken.