Reid@YWP

This morning I watched 
as someone I love broke their heart. 

Over and over, 
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris, 
clumsily holding their heart in their hands. 

In the mirror, I see fragments 
of you staring back at me, 
but I refuse to let your shadow 
define the woman I've become. 

Your voice echoes in my mind, 
reminders of the wounds you inflicted, 

Songs 
of my father’s 
belly laughter 
flow through the eye 
of the needle 
and around the loom 
with each abdominal contraction. 

It reminds me of  
home. 

With an icy heart, 

I watch her play her part, 

Casting a spell on the land. 

To many, she takes everything grand. 

With the dark blanket of clouds above,