wounded not broken

my heart yearns for the ointment of forgiveness. I need to drink from the fontain of lost dreams. the burden of trust is weighing heavy on my wounds. yet my bones refuse to be broken they stand stronger. this trust is betrayed, this love is deserterd. the salt of my tears has lost its sweetness. I mourn the love we shared. this bowel of tears will soon overflow,yet I stand to say I am wounded not broken I will stand again.