I felt the tempering
The heaviness weighing me down
Tugging at my heartstrings
Begging to be cut
Opened by slitting
An artery
With a page
Ripped from the
Ledgers of my past
The tinkling of diamonds
Slipped from my veins
Startled me
With a flick of the wrist
I kept cutting
Slicing open skin and flesh
Revealing gleaming obsidian
Once red and pumping
Now hardened, black
With shining striations
Like a midnight lake
Removing one's own heart
Sounds like an
Impossible task
The only thing holding
Any one of you back
Is fear
That the treasures and love
You’ve hoarded and trapped
Patiently grown
In a crystalline crash
Could be destroyed or
Stolen, sullied, or smashed
So I remove it now
Drive it into the floor
Collect all the sapphires
Amethysts and quartz
I stitch them strategically
Onto a gown
Like shimmering beads of
Truth and memorial warmth
Wearing fragments of
Heart outwardly
Allowing the reality of my
History to
Dazzle and scorch
Spreading the look and
Feel of love
With every sweeping step
I Give away
Shards of myself
As they naturally dislodge
Weathering and changing the
Way I move about the world
Eventually, I start to drag
The weight of a heavy heart
Affecting me once again
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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