"Frangar non flectar"

So what if I am hunted by loneliness,

and melancholy is my ‘mere’ acquaintance.

I know, frazzled I am…

abandoned of all my persistence.

So what if I am…

mulcted of hearing ‘Honey, you can do it’.

Bereft of success,

and my way, only failures drift.

So what if these once danced eyes,

are deserted by its danseurs and this heart is congealed.

True, a shattered soul,

whose wounds shall never be healed.

So what!

For I know… I will stem the torrent,

of these serrated drops.

And you… be all ears to me.

Know one thing for sure,

I am broken, I am not deflected!

© Honey Digra