The sound of a breaking heart:
muscle tearing
ribs breaking
veins opening wide
to reveal pooling blood
sinking deep into the cavities
which your love used to fill
I often wonder at the quietness
of pain
of how all this destruction
cannot be heard by a single human ear
I never used to hesitate
to write a poem of my emotions
But now as I am
standing alone, full of the gaping holes
your bullet words left
I am frightened
of everything.
Afraid that the words might come out wrong
that maybe writing metaphors
won\'t be as easy as it used to be
when my heart was whole and
God had not abandoned me
Now I am frightened
of change.
All change: for better or worse
because too many changes have lead me
down to this desolate city
where hope becomes a memory
as my memories suddenly become hopes.