{"id":5581,"date":"2025-05-15T21:04:29","date_gmt":"2025-05-15T19:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=5581"},"modified":"2025-05-15T21:04:29","modified_gmt":"2025-05-15T19:04:29","slug":"from-broken-to-blooming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2025\/05\/from-broken-to-blooming\/","title":{"rendered":"From Broken to Blooming"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Image<\/strong>: @ Anonymous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author<\/strong>: Anonymous. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

can i really love? <\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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can i really love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when the one who says he loves me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

fades away,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when the one who is supposed to cherish me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

barely touches me\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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when my heart is full,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my life complete,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

my happiness built,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

why risk it?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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how can i trust?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when the friend becomes the boyfriend<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and then the enemy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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how can i love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when no one fully deserves me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

when i don\u2019t need anybody,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018cause all my needs are filled<\/p>\n\n\n\n

by me, my friends, and family.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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God supports me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but religion divided us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

i will not renounce my faith,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

i\u2019ll love Him my own way.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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i\u2019m on a new journey<\/p>\n\n\n\n

hoping to go back to myself,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

to explore my needs.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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my real love is poetry,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018cause it allows me to shout<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how much i can feel,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how much i can love,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how much i must love this<\/p>\n\n\n\n

_______<\/mark>broken<\/p>\n\n\n\n

_____________<\/mark>hearted<\/p>\n\n\n\n

____________________<\/mark>poet!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

November’s Midnight Chill <\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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The dark lake mirrors our embrace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His slender fingers, mine enlace,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our sweet encounter comes to an end \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A rose falls into my hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Can I let these six lines bloom?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My name gifted to the night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That flower of delight,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or should this acrostic fade to gloom?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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Sweet is the hush of patient yearning,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In this quiet, final hour,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At last, his head is gently leaning<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I welcome his second flower.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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November\u2019s Midnight Chill,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I long to know December\u2019s thrill,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To discover this dark-eyed boy,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To uncover his gentle joy;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Cause unlike my rhymed poetry,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel free!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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