Broken wings sewn onto broken hearts with broken thread.
Broken spirits whip souls of broken girls fighting to keep virginities unbroken.
Broken, broken men afraid to love their own fragility break wings off butterflies
In a ballet student boy’s tummy as he learns to pirouette into the future of silent
Musical repertoires played to merciless critics that brandish pitchforks and burning tar.
Broken dreams weave safety nets for hatched ideas that will be nurtured by hopeful dreamers.
We are all breaking. Breaking away. Breaking bread. Breaking bones. Breaking souls. Breaking silence.
Voices breaking. Taking a break.
Photo: Ian Kreigler
Frank Malaba © 2016
Beautiful writing Frank x Can’t fault it, you capture the very spirit of being. I love your work. x
That is truly kind. Thank you. I’m humbled.
The pleasure is mine ~ reading your poetry reminds me of the human spirit and how it speaks out for itself, should we allow it. I love your work! Long may you be inspired to grow!