A poem about a heart being broken...deep. |
How can you truly love with a broken heart and a distant soul? Pick up the pieces of the shattered essence of your life Pieces from every part of your past that got ripped out in haste, Never to be put back in its place A heart so fragile, it’s hanging by a mere thread Or a string or maybe just a lonely piece To keep it at least beating, ever so slowly But with enough life to get through the encompassing darkness Put up a wall, of bricks and mortar Keep the pieces out and that lonely shard in, What would happen if you gave up the last piece? That small shard that sustains you To give it away, you would be left with nothing A gaping hole in your chest Until the rest of the pieces were gathered and restored To restore a broken heart, is that possible? Locate all the pieces that you ever gave away Or stolen away or just got thrown away At one point, you heart was whole All the pieces fit into place The hurt, the pain, the misery With each tear, each broken dream A piece fell away Until it was empty, a broken void Never stopping to search for the pieces Instead, going along with your life Leaving your heart bleeding and trampled upon Thinking you would be able to love again There comes a point though If you don’t stop and pick up the fragments Your heart may never be whole again And never to feel again Reminisce down your memory lane Searching the hurt again Reliving the pain again Feeling the angst to recover the pieces Take them back from those who are undeserving Untangle your memory from the torture Take them back, piece by piece Restore your broken heart It won’t be perfect, but it will be whole Never again the same, but beating again With hope, passion, fear And the will to live again That one lonely shard that stands as the final piece Will again be reunited with its brethren When is up to you But it must be done to heal To love with a broken heart and a distant soul Is impossible until it is restored A daunting task it may be But it is a vitality to your heart |