Sometimes … My Heart Breaks

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

Sometimes my heart breaks

(c) Nicky Clifford 2016