It creeps up on you
Brokenness
Shards, a glimmer of their former self
It eats and gnaws and builds, tile by tile, block on block, a formidable fortress of broken things
Words spoken too soon, too late… words unspoken
Promises taking lone bullets long before the sunrise
Hearts shredded before they ever could beat
Heal
We heal and break again before the glue is dry
Ghosts of yesterday’s hurt waltzing delicately in the shadows
Every heart a suspect
Love
Is it real? Worth it? Is it reserved for a lucky few?
Does it matter?
Find
We find and lose it all again
The unrelenting cycle of pain too familiar
An unwelcome warmth, a staggered but well-oiled cycle
It stops somewhere, we hope
It ends
And we go forward, and then backwards to heal and hurt again.
About the Creator
Maervel
Long before Medicine sought my heart and time, words stood by me and held me in a sweet warm embrace. And here again, they remind me that we are far from done on this journey.
Observer|Thinker|Feeler|Writer
Maybe someday I'll love again.
Create Your Personal Vocal Homepage
I'm not a Vocal Newbie (not that there's anything wrong with that), and I'm technologically comfortable. But, I'm also perhaps too comfortable. I think I know, even if I know that I don't know what I don't know, I still think I know more that I do know.
By Judey Kalchik 5 days ago in Writers
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