Unbreak

A poem

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 sunrise

Hearts shredded before they ever could beat

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 over 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.