Shattered and broken my heart lies
Scattered and fallen there it cries
Hurt, grieved, saddened, and fro
On why this love hurt as so
For time it was well content
Joyful, cheerful, No lament
Know it lies, beaten n' lost
Ignored, hated, hit, and tossed
But look as time took its toll
The heart has made something whole
A poet a poet a poet is made
O love, o broken love
Look what formed of me
What you meant for hurt
Helped me willingly
So here art I giving you a rhyme
One scar from a battle of love
Doesn’t mean it’s the end of my time.
Peter Salgado
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-a-poet-3/
