Broken – Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema

Do you see these tears,

Running down my cheeks

Like glittering crystals?

What would you call it?

An expression of a mood or a moment?

Do you wonder?

Are they happy or sad?

Can you say, with a cursory glance?

Without probing into a broken heart

Where unhealed wounds

Still bleed and hurt?

Where a soul,

Wounded by so many blades,

Looking for balm

On a healing plane?

Come! Look deeper into my eyes

See what’s inside my soul

Judge not with superficial eyes,

But with a kind loving heart

And see the unhealed wounds that

Threatens the sanity of a broken soul

And be not the judge,

But a lender of a hand,

Like a knight in old chivalrous days,

To the broken soul

Who valiantly searches for the lost happiness.

© Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema.

About the author

Piyangie Jay Ediriwickrema is an Attorney-at-Law by profession. Her devotion to literature has taken shape in reading and reviewing books of various genres set in different periods of time. She dabs at a little poetry and fiction of her own and hopes to share her work with the readers in the future.