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

Underneath, underneath

Where it lingers to live

Almost, it says, almost.

About the Author

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.