Prayer for Poets with Broken Hearts

Today's poem is a prayer
for poets with broken hearts

ay it hurts to live
to be alive
sometimes

there are moments when i wanna numb myself
numb myself and not feel a damn thing
fly high and not mind the passing of time or damage done
but it's pointless to be alive and numb
an oxymoron / no pun
intended

today i may hurt
grieve
feel afraid
or indulge in the rage
i'm entitled dammit
tired of being taken for a damn fool
and the bitter taste in my spit
rude wake up calls
hurricane aftermaths that rip away facades
what prove to be false
reveal fresh roots and bonds
shockwaves shipwrecks
remind me
it hurts to live
to be alive
sometimes

i am alive
i hurt
i love
and still i'm alive

today's poem is
a prayer for poets
who walk
and live with broken hearts
like me who stand as
i face the sun
through my tears

thank you so much
for the hurt