Broken Poem by Whitney Koehler

Why were hearts made whole? Why when all people do is bend, break, and steal the pieces away. My heart has been broken for too long. I hate the way you made me turn into. But then sometimes I love it because I am now stronger, and most of all this new person does no longer have a broken heart. I am standing, I am no longer numb, I am no longer drowning. I am not going to fall down, Not this time. I refuse to give up. You may want to give up and lay down, but I refuse to.