By Avita Dsouza
I gaze with love at my shattered soul,
Broken in millions of pieces, no longer whole,
Slowly, as I gather each hurting parts,
I see a pure-hearted warrior with a wounded heart.
The cost of unconditional love is a scar that refuses to heal,
It lacks understanding, fails to appeal,
But in this stillness of breaking apart, a strength is found,
Blooming resilience that knows no bounds.
And so I learned to cherish the pain of selfless love,
My unwavering faith shares peace like a gentle dove.
Being pure-hearted is a gift, and that I shall be,
A reflection of God's love sets me free.
Despite life's waves, I will rise with gentle ease,
A lighthouse shining bright, a beacon of peace.