Broken Hearts Poem by Kaitlin Schmidt

I look out and see all the broken hearts
All the scattered dreams and confused minds
Believing nothing could fix their broken parts
Forgiveness and true peace they cannot find

With each reoccurring memory
A new pain surfaces but even worse
They continue like it's compulsory
Or like they are consumed by a curse

In others and in objects they try to seek
A crippling home is the façade they reside
As if it will become their missing piece
But lonely arms and emptiness by their side

If only they could see the love they posses
A love from a God unlike the rest.