We are all but broken women
pieced together by the joyful memories
lining every heartbreak,
every belied relationship
and all of the hidden sorrows
behind fallacious, colourful smiles.
We are but broken girls
sprouting out of our own wombs,
further broken with every push;
standing out of monotony
as a lovely mosaic of our own mess.
We are broken.
But oh, the shards are just too beautiful
or to be neglected.
Just remember to piece yourself together.
You'll be spectacular.
|Original Artwork by Hemalatha Venkatman | Copyrighted | Do not reproduce without permission|
~Penned and sketched by Hemu