Sometimes my heart breaks . . .
in two
It bleeds through
open wounds
exposing
raw painSometimes my heart breaks . . .
the pain pulses icy hands
tight around my soul
forcing streams
of distress
to cascade
into
never-ending
riversSometimes my heart breaks . . .
releasing wishes
that cannot be
granted
squashing hopes that
lie dormant
stabbing pain
into the very core
of meSometimes my heart breaks . . .
I wonder
if it will
ever
ever heal
If the shattered pieces
of me
will reform
If I will be
complete
again Sometimes my heart breaks . . .
and I wish that it didn’t
and I wish that the pain would
stop
and I wish
that life
would wave
its wand
to ease the tangled path
for those I love
(c) Nicky Clifford 2016
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