Who am I
If I’m unwilling to go all the way
To bear all the risks that may come my way
To fall hard; to feel lost and confused
To lose everything
That I work hard to build, day after day
All coming crumbling down
Like an avalanche with no end
It’s what broken dreams are made of
Broken promises
Unattainable wishes
Things that you did
Unintentionally
It’s a subtle world
That can fragment like shattered glass;
It looks so beautiful from the outside
It’s this deception that hurts
Why isn’t it okay
To be broken
Samasya Tapasya 