It is a painful cry indeed, that of a broken heart.
A sultry sound to which one bleeds lustful tears.
There is no desire to feel the squeezing of the heart;
Gripping itself to the agony of loss.
Such a tantalizing image that torments the soul.
No desire to live, to breathe, to want.
Break this now, a bind from one heart to another,
Shameless and faceless.
Give all grace to those who have not suffered
But to those who have lived and with joy.
There is no rest, just sleepless nights in a bed of pain,
A drowning sorrow that may never be saved.
End up where?
Under the blinding memory of that unforgotten?
Shall life prevail through the depths of a wounded heart?
Bleed not the tears that have suffered long enough!
Free the heart from the binding chains of loss.
Set the soul right and make justice known!
Alas, no crimson stain can further bare,
Breathe once again and let rest the gripping sorrow.
As memory serves, then shall it bough.
Shall it cripple the heart no longer.
By Michelle Vos
“There is one sad truth I’ve found
While journeying east and west -
The only folk we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.”
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox