
“Breached Heart” — C.Birde, 6/19
Breached.
Those walls
built once-upon-a-time
and long ago
no longer serve.
The heart contained
within, regardless,
broke and breaks
anew each
day.
Let them fall –
bulwarks overcome,
outgrown,
torn down stone
by stone.
The tides of heartache
ebb and flow;
their patterns,
unpredictable.
Collect
the heart’s remains;
that prize,
once-hoarded.
Pluck
each broken piece
up from tumbled shadow;
jewel-like fragments –
brightly polished –
extravagantly
exposed.
— C.Birde, 6/19