Broken Fragments, Shattered Hearts Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the hollow of night, where shadows dance,
Echoes of footsteps, a drunken trance.
Eggshells we tread, fragile and thin,
Around the storm of chaos, we've always been.

Yelling, fighting, the soundtrack of our youth,
A symphony of pain, a relentless truth.
We learn to decipher the steps that draw near,
To know if it's safety or if it's fear.

Abandoned souls in a world so cold,
Seeking warmth in fantasies untold.
In realms of make-believe, we find our peace,
A fleeting escape, a temporary release.

People pleasers born from necessity,
Survival instincts, our guiding decree.
Molding ourselves to fit their mold,
So we aren't punished, so we aren't told.

But boundaries elude us, a foreign art,
In a world where safety feels torn apart.
We long to build walls, to protect our core,
Yet fear the consequences, the pain once more.

Broken fragments, shattered hearts,
Woven together, our intricate parts.
In the wreckage of our past, we find our strength,
In resilience, in courage, in going to great lengths.

For though the scars may never fully fade,
We rise from the ashes that life has made.
And in our brokenness, we find our art,
Creating beauty from every