Emotional ABCs: Brokenhearted
Tears on my pillow
lump in the throat choking me
my chest constricted
Breathe shallow in gasps
sobs rack my frame–heart shatters
breaks on that one word
Heart broken, bleeding out from bullet holes
three words that shot me to pieces falling
in blood and tears on the pavement to roll
not with the punches, too late for calling
for help, who’d answer now that it’s over?
Not enough strength left now to crawl or bawl.
It’s over, he said, that God damned rover!
What’s to become of me now that I’m lost?
No retrieval, no return, hard words said
in anger repeat, leave no retreat, costs
too much to try, I lie, broken, not dead
clad in blood smears and tears choking on sobs
tatters of myself splattered like paint daubs.
Hearts don’t stay broken
bullet wounds close, tears do dry
pieces are picked up
They do make a whole
a woman stronger than loss
she rises and walks
Back straight and eyes bright
clad in hope, solitude-wrapped
time alone to heal.
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I’m not currently brokenhearted, but unfortunately I have been there in the past.
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for the A-Z Blog Challenge, get schooled in emotions this month.