Fractured
Two weeks ago, I took my wedding ring off.
He gave me a kiss on the lips this morning before work.
It's been a year since he left me with a kiss.
He broke my heart long ago, leaving me dark and twisty.
"Stand by him," my father said.
I stick around for the convenience of the marriage; for money to support my interests.
I'm not broken; just fractured; dark and twisty.
You opened my eyes to see the pain that's been buried.
Bubbling up like tar; seeping into my broken heart.
I tried to keep it there; deep inside -
It keeps oozing out.
The dark and twisty deep inside is out
My daughter says you broke me.
I'm not broken; just fractured; dark and twisty.
You were kind to me; my broken heart awoke.
You didn't know that your light was filling my cracks.
My heart restarted; beats
The one who broke it sees the change
But my wedding ring remains left behind.
I'm not broken; just fractured; dark and twisty.
About the Creator
Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
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Beautiful, sad, yet felt hope in it. Well done. I hearted and subscribed.