Broken Pieces

One by one I hear the pieces falling, breaking and landing near my feet

I look down and see my lonely, lost beat less heart painfully on the floor


What had happened to even cause, this inner earthquake of a disturbance

There is not enough leather stitches, or iron thread to mend the wounds


My soul cries out silently looking for its body, shaking with fear anguish I hear

I have to try to put my distant confidence in myself, to heal my aching pain


Rivers of tears flow down my face, and directly land on those pieces I speak of

Lumps of hurt are forming in my throat, and I am unable to speak or breathe


With a covering of black and blue, makeup and lip stick painting a cruel past

I slowly take a deep breath and rise up, giving one last push to take away pain


Suddenly there was a image of light in the way of door, you appear with open arms


Enter the safe warmth of my internal embrace, as your eyes spoke to me with love

I am the final glue of hope and happiness, that will mend the tear and wounds you feel


I pause and feel dizzy as I sob out loud, with feelings of sadness and hope all at once

With strong caring hands I am safely led, out of the place full of past broken pieces


Stepping aside leaving my history and other life, I walk past my heart trying not crush

Looking ahead with a different type of light shining now, I look back as those pieces are gone


********** I FINALLY EXHALE**********


This is a tale of a person who traveled down the road of rotten romance in her life. As the next love that she

Presumed would be her last suddenly left her so once again the despair. Bit by bit her heart which she gave

Out piece by piece to each of her hopeful ones.



Her last hope of happiness suddenly appears, by surprise through a light or perhaps an image of faith. She

Feels that maybe just maybe this is what others call peace. Fluttering words appear in her still heart that

Was once asleep. Hope……. Kindness……..friend………



So my friends this is a negative of a start of a tale of romance, that wilted and died.

With a touch of hope, a drop of kindness, and a friend there for you its positive right

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