TALE OF A BROKEN HEART

Shattered dreams, Where broken hearts gleam, a story of a heart once made whole,  now torn apart, devoid of soul.

The old tales of love and woe, where once a bond did brightly glow,  Now lies in pieces on the ground, a tragic sight, lost and unfound.

The pieces scattered far and wide, each one entails memories good and bad, bitter and sweet, of laughter shared and tears that fell, of promises made, longed to keep but now broken into farewell.

Yet in the midst of darkness deep, a flicker of hope I wish will creep, for broken pieces can be whole again,  Mended by a patient soul even though its master piece is lost.

Let the epic tale be told, of broken pieces, lost but never forgone, shattered but bold like a tattoo in the heart.

Sparklexpoetry

FIRST CHILD SYNDROME

Firstborn syndrome is messing with my head.
It's more of a burden, because it has made me make nor take hard decisions.

Expectations from families are always high, pressure immense,
To be perfect, flawless and to be supportive.

The trailblazer, the pioneer brave,
Forging ahead, every path to pave.
But oh, the weight of being the first,
To carry the hopes of siblings as the eldest child, has messed me up.

Love life's and relationships left shattered with no words said, interwoven with heavy duty of the first born responsibilities. This syndrome is really messing with my head.

Yearning for freedom, for a chance to be with the ones we love, not to be pressured to do what we don't want.

First born syndrome is messing with my head.
To break free from this chain that bind, 
To seek solace, a peace of mind.

The world should also understand the fact that we've got responsibilities on our shoulders, and we're literally ready to pick up this challenge and stand firm and act as the first and not the last.

Lots of expectations and responsibilities are there looking forth to all first born, in all families.

To the hearts we've hurt in the process of fulfilling our responsibilities, saying sorry isn't enough.