Brokenhearted: Emotional ABCs

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.

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42 thoughts on “Brokenhearted: Emotional ABCs

    1. I’m okay. It took a long time to get over him. I really loved him. I wanted to marry him but it would never have worked out. Some of the details in the poem are fictional; he was quite faithful. Our families were the problem. My parents felt he wasn’t good enough for me and his mom felt likewise. He was not in a position to defy his mother. The relationship broke under the stress of it all. I didn’t really date much after that, which is why I am still single a decade later.

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      1. I’m so sorry to read about this. Time heals and there’s time and space for everything, they say. We’re still on that journey – we haven’t found that pot of gold yet, so we haven’t reached our destination.

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  1. This is fabulously painful–though the speaker ends by rising strong–YAY! I especially love, “broken, not dead”, as when I’ve been brokenhearted I truly wished I could just be dead and have it all over with. I also really like, “solitude-wrapped”–that’s pretty much my plan for the long-haul.

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  2. Beautiful Melinda and so terribly painful but thankfully you know you always stand tall. Am glad this is a thing of the past. It’s not broken, it’s like the reed, just bending to resume one’s position

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  3. Been there my dear, and this piece captured that dark state so real. 🙂
    But I love these:
    Hearts don’t stay broken
    bullet wounds close, tears do dry
    pieces are picked up

    .. you ended it with hope and optimism. 😀

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  4. What a powerfully emotional poem! My dear Melinda, I hope you’re well. I like your spirit and your sense of resolve. These eloquent lines towards the end gave me the reassurance I wanted about you remotional well-being:

    “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.”

    Wishing you love and peace in the future.

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