the first time
your heart was broken?”
The cold emptiness,
that unfriendly clammy feeling
in my soul
has been there
always.
I knew the world
wouldn’t end,
but I also knew
there was no way
to make the suffering go
faster.
So,
I learned to
accept the suffering,
try and make
a friend of it.
Things are mostly
the same since then,
some good days
some bad,
but always suffering,
with some lapses
for laughter and music.
So,
can I remember
the first time
my heart was broken?
Makes me laugh.
I can’t remember
the first time
my heart was broken
today.
Our hearts do break repeatedly...yet we can laugh!
ReplyDeleteSome days you can forget, some days you can't ~
ReplyDeleteRelief does come. Time (and effort) does heal.
ReplyDeleteThat close is outstanding!
ReplyDeleteThis has such truth to it.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding closing lines!!
ReplyDeleteI guess making a friend of one's suffering might work until one cant remember it anymore.
ReplyDeleteTrue. And I love the close.
ReplyDeleteThe time it comes we are never prepared, and it mends... but breaks again...
ReplyDeleteThis is outstanding. Standing ovation for this.
ReplyDeleteI really like the line breaks at the beginning; made me think of my "first time," which yes, broke my heart.
Somehow I feel, after the first time our heart is broken, we are never quite as vulnerable again, and we tend to keep a bit of ourselves guarded from marauders!
ReplyDeletedamn. sticks a stick right *there*. ~
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