How do I mend a broken heart?
Shattered by sharp words spoken harsh.
A heart so fragile
And so torn apart.
A stony heart mishandled.
Turned bashful, and punctured
In all its parts.
A heart malnourished,
Void of courage, and highly unstable.
Unencouraged, and nearly disabled.
A playful heart rendered incabable
Of coping with emotions.
Hoping for every thing hopeless.
Tortured by forces spoken and unspoken.
Uncertain of everything
That was once certain.
And searching for shelter
In a place desolate and deserted.
How do I comfort a heart
So hesitant and nervous?
So cautious and removed.
A confused heart
That's learned to be more
Introverted and aloof.
Hiding far from the truth.
How do I soothe a heart
Bruised and teased?
A heart whose locks where broken
With stolen keys.
Your compassion and desire to WANT to mend this heart is what makes this poem for me. Sometimes so many of us coil into ourselves when we are wounded - I know I have - and we are unreachable (end of story ) but time - patience - understanding - builds trust and then slowly SOMETIMES - that coiled injured heartache begins to unwrap itself and let you put bandages on it - but only SOMETIMES. That is what is so painful - having to accept when it won't happen no matter how hard you try. -Leah
the last line struck me. i cannot handle no closure. it's the worst, most unsettling feeling ever. i like how you describe how much a heart can go through. i realized after reading this that even though our hearts seem fragile they also are very strong- they endure so much! thanks for sharing this. it's good
ok this was probably one of the best I have read, not only the whole poem but the contrast on the last few lines:
How do I soothe a heart
Bruised and teased?
A heart whose locks were broken
With stolen keys.
An open heart with no closure.
its as if when you were left you had no keys back into your heart, now that is an analogy that is real.. well done!
those words were so amazing. I could feel what (your) heart was feeling, almost what caused it. That was just beautiful. I wish I could find words to fit like you just have.... That poem is worth getting published...
mmm. this is so lovely, so sad and so tender. i love the stanza "a heart malnourished..."
your spacing is wonderful, it helps the reader take every line in, as if we are experiencing the heartache. very well done!
This simple change pulled the whole thing together more solid in form and made it easier to read. I like the outcome and think this is an awesome piece of writing!
This poem brings up so many questions I find myself re-reading it again. I thought I noticed patterns so I checked for some kind of classical structure--none there but it was still rhythmic, and occasionally it tosses in a rhyme to soothe the pedantic. The thing is there's a lot going on here that I still don't quite understand, for example: what role does the narrator play? I find myself returning to that line: "How do I mend a broken heart?/Fought by words spoken harsh." Does that mean the narrator spoke the harsh words that broke the other person's heart? I detect a hint of admiration in the line "An open heart with no closure." which I don't think necessarily means what the author intends (well, to me it means that the person whose heart is broken has an open, giving heart and it has not yet closed).
The poem tells a story and in that I love it. I also agree with Mia, that line "A heart whose locks were broken/With stolen keys." is a very powerful line. I wish there was more context in there. The idea of stolen keys, that fascinates me. How were they stolen? To whom did they belong? It suggests the narrator was the one who stole the keys, but I still don't know who the narrator got them from. It's a rich line.
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