I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, I don't think it's really good but I really wanted to participate in this challenge. :)
All times my heart has
Broken into pieces
Can't be counted, can't be
Done but
Even after its shattered, I can put it back together, make it
Fine even
Good
How can I?
I don't know, the
Jagged broken pieces
Keep finding each other as if they're
Lonely,
My shattered heart is
No longer shattered but
Once upon a time it was and it's
Possible it will be again, I can
Question why it has to go through it
Repetitively or I can just
Smile and
Trust that my heart
Understands that it can mend when ready, on its own
Volition
When it will, I never know, it's as if it runs itself through an
X-rays and then deems itself ready although right now, it's not just quite
Yet, but when it is don't make it mend itself again, don't make it start back over at
Zero because at one point, my heart will tire out and stay broken
Posted in response to the challenge Abecedarian.
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