Fractured Heart
Once again I come To my diary of broken dreams To ramble and reminisce Among my tattered thoughts Scrawling them out For the invisible masses to read Passing their judgement and sympathies As the night approaches And bleeds darkness into the day I stumble through memories And find solace in the shadows While I struggle to sift and sort The tarnished and blemished ruins Of my soul The bittersweet twist of life Has reigned its hollow redemption Down upon me Broken trust and vulnerability Have walked hand in hand To render me defenseless and shattered I am alone I bow like the willow’s wands Humbled and wretchedly crushed With my wounded heart And perpetual tears I ponder the worth of my life And search to discover How I came to this place As the light of another day Spills down from the heavens It trickles in slowly Beneath the door And as the morning pours in I become vividly aware Of all that is within me In my love of writing these words I possess the ability To paint and to play To confess and to confide To sing and to mourn And to create So that I may dream again…… Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 02:44 PM PST, Sheila Morgan 0 • 12
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