Broken And Stronger

My soul cried a thousand times but no one saw the tears.
My heart broke a thousand times but no one could hear it crack.
My eyes witnessed betrayal a thousand times, but focused on the path.
My arms were empty a thousand times, but I filled them with hope.
My spirit was stolen a thousand times, but I found it every time.
My conscious wrestled with truth of a thousand times, but returned to its rightful place.
My morality stumbled a thousand times, but I always made it right.
I slid into the darkness a thousand times, but always found the light.
I am grateful to those who helped guide me to the light when I could not find it alone.
And there are those who I can never forget; for they aided in rebuilding my thousand broken pieces.

I began writing this poem in the summer of 1995. And in March 2020 I wrote the last line. And yes, up until the moment I added the last line, I had edited it a thousand times. I am never satisfied with my words. But like a song, we mostly cling to the melody. When the words are attractive within the song, it’s like adding icing to the cake.

RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1995 – 2020