And they sit there
filling my throat, my heart's broken.
hot behind my eyes, they burn
like the fire set in my chest
it hurts.
I try to understand,
mass confusion swarms, leaving me empty
leaving me full
the pain consumes me,
moving forward isn't an option.
who am I?
I swallow hard, tears swell
I cannot define me.
A shell of what once was
I search through the shattered mess
of whats left of me on the floor.
Broken.
I reach out, to find myself empty handed.
I'm alone.
My fingers trace along what used to be.
I find the pieces that no longer fit,
leave them behind, to find the rest
I find my smile.
It's different now, melancholy.
I find my faith.
Although trembling, it remains true.
I step forward.
The light is there, dim but real.
Slowly I find the pieces I want to keep.
Discard the things that made me weak.
Find strength in myself,
I am still me.
A contest entry
- How can you mend a broken heart by rainyday woman.
875 points, ended October 15, 2008, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'm trying to find confidence in my writing, Opinions are more than welcome!
Comments
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You did a wonderful job of describing how one feels when first realizing their heart has been broken. Thank you very much for entering my contest.
Cheryl


