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Broken Hearts Mended


I walk along,
A trodden path,
And stare up at the sky,
It is as broken as my heart.

Lightning streaks across it,
Like the words you threw at me,
Clouds cover the blueness,
Like the frown that hides my smile.

The rain that falls upon me,
Are the tears you made me cry,
The wind around my body,
Is like the slap that hit my face.

I kneel upon,
The muddy ground,
And clasp my hands to my heart,
For it feels like it could explode.

The roar of the storm around me,
Is like the sobs that ring out now,
The end of the storm moving farther away,
Is like the love I'll never feel again.

I see a bench,
Made of stone,
With names written upon it.

I look closer,
And see that there is an inscription at the top,
That reads,
Those who were broken,
But now are whole.

I sit upon this wet stone bench,
And try not to think of you,
But I can't help it.

The rain running down my body,
It like the hugs you gave me every day,
The leaves of a tree,
Brushing my cheek,
Is like your kisses,
Soft and sweet.

The whisper of the forest,
Is like the words of love you spoke to me,
The tears rolling down my cheeks,
Are like the ones you cried,
When you lost your mother.

But what you said can't be forgiven,
Or so my torn heart says,
But then a thought reaches my soul,
Would forgiveness make me whole?

So I just sit back,
And stare at the sky,
And think of the future that's coming,
And then I smile,
And forgive you.

A beam of light falls onto the bench,
A welcome break in the storm,
It’s fallen on a blank space on the bench of Mended Hearts,
Just big enough for my name,
And a sharp rock,
To inscribe it there.

I walk along,
A trodden path,
And stare up at the sky,
It is as beautiful and unbroken as my heart.