brokenness

What will you do?

Submitted by Libby on Sun, 03/18/2018 - 05:36

There are aching hearts
waiting,
hoping
for brand new starts—
broken lives
hurting,
stinging
under the weight of it all.
They call
with a voice that travels
far beyond
the seas:
in vain.
They echo,
bouncing off the walls
of stony hearts.

Photina

Submitted by Hannah D. on Wed, 06/17/2015 - 04:23

As I walk to the well, empty bucket in hand,
My mind drifts to what my young self had planned.
Did that large eyed, glowing skinned girl ever guess
At the turmoil since taken my life at arrest?

When womanhood blossomed upon me like spring,
I found what I felt was true love, spread my wings,
Took flight, soared high, then came crashing down –
He put me away, loved me not as his own.

everything will love you

Submitted by Anna on Wed, 09/26/2012 - 15:19
love me and I will trust you

     with every drop, even the sweat
     over every skin cell, even the freckles
     on every finger, even the pointers

     with every word, even the warnings
     for every look, even the glares

     with every gift, even the wasted
     inside every box, even the empty
     hid in every room, even the locked

     with every tear, even the rips
     on every page, even the dog-eared

      with every wound, even the open
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