Unspoken

As I try to write what I feel,
My heart still yearns to speak them.
But my lips are stitched,
And no words can be spoken.

I used to be so consciously naïve,
Most of the time, so gullible
Which lead my heart to be fractured,
Tortured and badly broken.

I stumbled and fall,
Have learned to endure pain.
I have challenged even my worst misery,
Still got through it all.

As I try to write what I feel,
I realized that a broken heart is hard to heal.
But I am glad to know,
That I have loved, lost, and will love again.