A Damaged Heart

A damaged heart is utterly prophetic,

isn’t it?


All of its piles of bandaging,

miles of weak needle and thread

rushing off into an oblivion

we do not yet know is just

the journey of our souls.


It is the clearest paradox:

with its burden, one can see the world

clearly, unbiasedly real

and yet the world would not exist

if not for our experiences, they are

synonyms, of course,

thrown on to our ragged bones

and go ahead– douse your heart

with as many tears as needed

for the time you cannot handle

being alone,

let alone broken.


May 4, 2014