Broken Words

Poets write with inspiration

While mending their broken words

They can shape them into beautiful things

Like the flowers or the birds

Some are shaped like teardrops

Sitting on sorrow's face

Others are shaped like the scars of life

That the poet tries to erase

They bend their words to meet their needs

Whatever that need might be

For some are shaped like little hearts

And others like misery

The broken words can't hold their shapes

Without the poet's touch

The poet bends 'til they finally break

But it doesn't hurt them much

The words that break are the special kind

Out of all the words that bend

For until the words are finally broken

The poet can't write the end