History of Sorts

I love The Repair Shop, it is one of those feel-good shows. The people working there are so talented and skillful. Not only do they repair items that are valuable to the people who bring them in, but they also repair them in a way that seem the item was never broken.

Many of the people who come to the shop have sad stories, and they are often heartbroken.

This made me wonder, what if there was a Repair Shop for broken hearts?

In shadows deep, where sorrow reigns,
A heart once full is now torn by pains.
In whispered sighs and silent tears,
Echoes of love’s shattered fears.

Each beat now heavy with regret,
Memories linger, bitter yet.
Like petals fallen from a rose,
Love’s bloom fades, its beauty goes.

The ache within, a ceaseless tide,
In the caverns where emotions hide.
Where once there bloomed a vibrant flame,
Now embers fade, consumed by shame.

Grief’s cloak draped upon shoulders frail,
In the darkness, an endless wail.
Lost in the labyrinth of despair,
Seeking solace, finding none to spare.

Yet in the depths, a glimmer gleams,
A fragile hope amidst shattered dreams.
For from the ashes, strength shall rise,
And broken hearts may learn to prize.

Though scars may linger, tender and sore,
Time’s gentle touch can heal once more.
For in the crucible of pain and strife,
We learn the art of reclaiming life.

Hopefully, this poem will bring some comfort and perhaps repair a broken heart, even if it’s only a fraction.