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When Your Heart Breaks
When your heart breaks
does anyone know
Can they see
inside your soul?Do they know the despair
beyond repair
Do they feel the pain
throughout our veins?How do you mend
a broken heart
With thread and needle
or bands of steel?Where does it all go
the ache we feel
Does it disappear
stay hidden
or does it heal?
It just seems so unreal.Beautiful! Thank you. Poems are so personal, and it takes such courage–and trust–to put a piece of your soul out there. I take it as an honor that you trust all of us to receive your poems as they come to you.
Thanks Kim and Sunny. I never wrote anything before my tragic events, disliked literature and especially poetry. It just comes and releases the pain in my heart.
I had a man in the hospital once, I worked the oncology unit, he came in for output chemotherapy. This was gee 25 yrs ago, he was in his 50s and he knew he knew he was dying. He started painting, never painted before in his life. He painted the most beautiful outdoor sceneries. He gave me one of his paintings I was so shocked to get one. It survived my house fire. His name was Dale Hamilton, I’ll never forget him.
Nap
U have a great talent which is being uncovered tragedy that is what happen a lot that pain do push us to express our emotions in different ways , u seem to have a netch in literature do keep that up I am enjoying ur writingSo beautiful and true to our experience, NAP. Thank you for sharing your poetry. “Where does it all go, the ache we feel…” That nails the most difficult thing I am dealing with, where does it go, what to do with all this pain and ache in my soul. I don’t know what to do with it.
Dear Nap,
I don’t know where it all goes 🙁 I wish I did. It is good that u have found a way to express yourself because I think some of the pain goes into what we create? Keep writing and sharing. Karen xx
NAP, this whole SA business has been such a fucking train wreck of immense proportions; that said, had it not occurred…would I ever have met you, or Diane, or JoAnn, or SL, or ZG, or March, or Karen, or Heidi or Kim, or Debora, or Deb, or Pam, or Cindy, or Jos or Busybee, or Lynn (where are you?) or Katt (where are you?), or Bonnie, or Teri, or Bev, or Harmony, or Ellen, Victoria, For-now, Anniem, New Mom, Claire, or Flora (where you been girl, getting’ some?), Sharron, Lylo, Sunny, Ms. Lindy, Shaken Not Broken, oh now I know how it must feel to win an Oscar and be terrified you’re leaving someone very important out of your acceptance speech. Please forgive me, Sisters, if I’ve not mentioned you by name, you know I LOVE you all!
Here, here I am. I had to take a break for a while.
I like the needle and thread or bands of steel line. It does seem sometimes that the only thing that could withstand this onslaught is steel. That touched me. Thank you NAP!
there’s a really beautiful short story by doris lessing. ‘how i finally lost my heart’ i recommend it.
here’s a summary
In this first-person narrative, an anonymous woman in mid-life reflects on her life and loves and recounts an experience that she has recently had, the experience of losing her heart. She loses her heart neither in the romantic metaphorical sense of being powerless before desire for another nor in the literal sense of cutting her heart out of her body and throwing it away, not that she has not wished to do both in her life. She loses her heart in a transfiguring, dreamlike encounter with her own inner being.
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