FRAGILE HEART


In the chill of the darkness

I sit with tears streaming,

and write the soft words

that strip my soul of all dignity.

Sometime past I guess I forgot

to keep myself hidden

from the lies and the pain

of a dream that would never come true.

In a moment of passion

I gave my heart fully

to someone who soon had forgotten

that it was a fragile thing.

I loved him completely,

as much as he loves himself,

and gave myself wholey

to all of his dreams and desires.

In silence I waited

while all of my visions

were crushed into pebbles

of unforgotten dreams I once had.

And now my heart cries out

to no one I know who would care,

from depths of desperation

which bare my soul to its bone.

In hollow grief sweetly

the angel emerges within me

and reminds me with pain and hot tears

that a heart is a fragile thing!

Shekhina Canyon - copr.1995

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