A broken heart is hard to mend
Stitched up, yet cut below.
A wounded heart is hard to tend
Million pieces, I’m back again.
Time is a friend but can play fool
To a broken heart that’s mended
Stitched up, yet beating as whole.
With only an utter, a sound
It’s broken open and apart
To the beginning of the deep
Where it lingers to live
Almost, it says, almost.
Joanne Crisner is a Journalism graduate from the University of the Philippines Diliman (UPD). She had previously worked as a writer for a Public Relations firm in Makati but is now working as a Technical Analyst while doing freelance writing in her spare time.
Though she studied Journalism, Joanne is more passionate about creative writing, mainly doing personal essays, poems, and short stories on the essence and beautiful complexities of life.