When you dwell on the past of a broken heart,
The burning flame can’t drown in the water.
Put yourself first,
Pick up the scattered pieces and put them back together.
Creating a puzzle,
Chaos and mayhem intertwined.
A disordered jigsaw for your new beginning.
A soul is the only hurricane,
Consumed with a power to accept nothing less than passion.
© Amara Hope Melechi
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