I have a heart that's
just broken glass.
I try to glue it back together,
but the glue never holds.
My heart is cold to the touch,
it leaves anyone who tries to
touch it shivering with
clattering teeth.
I've tried to warm it but
the warmth never stays long.
I have a heart that is nothing
but an onyx abyss.
When someone tries to bring
light, the darkness snuffs it out.
I have a heart that no longer
beats.
Everyone who has tried to restart
it has gone numb from the CPR.
I have a heart that no longer knows
how to love.
No one has been able to show it the
way the resistance is like moving an
anchor uphill.
I have a heart that is just pieces
of glass, opaque and empty.
Unable to be made whole.
I had a heart that was
overflowing with love
and life.
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Brenda Deherrera
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Broke Wings
I live in a world where I cannot fly anymore. Every time I lift my arms towards the sky, gravity decides to pull me back. I envy the stars because they light up the sky into a beautiful hue of blue. I envy the ones who love who they are inside and out. My wings snapped when I tried to please everyone else who knew how to at least take off. Every time I aim to please, I end up back on the ground with my wings being a shield.
By Brenda Deherrera4 years ago in Poets
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