We are All Broken…and it is Lovely
In tattered pieces, I understood it,
that fact that she was broken, and I didn’t care
I knew with her pieces I’d be surfeit,
Denuded of secrets, I could lay bare.
People spoke of us as though an illusion
And in foul derision they mocked our yearning
Like a candle denying diffusion
We flitted in the breeze our souls ever burning
Unspoken as it was, for her, I’d remake the earth
for her and for us, the trust we flowered,
but even on my earth, love bore a gaping hurt,
a Grand Canyon sized fissure that devours.
Perpetuated by that eerie feeling,
our guts felt pain like when the butterflies died
But being broken like that, began our healing,
And slowly all those butterflies were revived.
But the pain never quiets, it echoes,
Bidding me to learn, to study the lesson
Love, though imperfect, is a series of throes,
chased, if done right, by a lifetime of heaven.
It seems that pain is inevitable though
He made us that way, lacking in some way
Unable to best the scars, the ones that we sew,
covering each other, like sunshine past rainy days—
Each time we kiss, I leave a small piece of me
in your lips, in subtle verses unheard,
so when the time comes for you to say you love me,
It feels so natural, you don’t have to say a word—
I knew, on my lips when I could taste yours,
that sweet flavor, reminds me of where home is,
and in a sliver of that kiss, empathy endures,
and surmounts pain, like climbing out from an abyss.
But, I can’t understand why you are scared,
why you turn blue, hidden in your own heart
behind its own rib cage, constricting breath,
not allowing love to breathe, to impart.
Know I am ever here with compassion,
To revive that fire that lit the world asunder,
Remember when breathing was a second thought??
How our lips couldn’t stay away from each other??
Our hearts were like desert sand, too hot to touch,
Each day spent melting in each other’s hands
Our Souls connected like reflections in glass
Where love imparts, and pain helps us understand.
Each one of us a shard on the window frost,
wavering on the cusp of utter expiry.
Look at me its ok to broken of course
Stare long enough and you can see it in my eyes
It’s ok to be Broken…..
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This is a well written verse of a couple trying to heal and reunite, it is full of hope and positive thoughts. It is okay to be broken, for it is through struggles that we learn and grow. Great work Paul.
Lovely phrasing and so true, we are all broken to some extent. I guess real love is the ability to accept fault, for we all have them. If we can love regardless, then we have overcome that imaginary perfection we all pursue. Great work Paul.
Paul,
I thought I was rendered speechless and useless from the last author’s exquisite poem I just read, but reading your poem, has just refreshed me, again! And, I am glad for this because I really MUST comment on this most endearing and delightful poem!
Whomever might be the honored one to hear these words that you have written in your magnificent poem is genuinely blessed, indeed. I, myself, hope to someday hear these words.
What an excellent description of True Love; unconditional love, and total acceptance (which is a sign of a very caring, sensitive, and understanding human-being).
I wish to reiterate: the woman who received these words is truly blessed. How wonderful that your kind still exist in this world!
Tamara’s comment on this exquisite masterful piece filled in any words that I’ve failed to miss in my review of one of the finest poems I’ve read here at TCE. This work took me on a journey that I’ve felt in my life time and time again. BROKEN, many of us are, the pain of it is often so unbearable that it makes us want to die. LOVE is the meaning of life, LOVE is being human. Without it in our heart and soul, we are but melting snow on a sunny day. You share such tenderness between two people in love, yet broken. For one to be as expressive as you are here, tells me that you are a genuine, sincere, dedicated and truly loving man. I pray you have a love in your life who feels every tender word that you pen. A brilliant touching piece, brought tears to my old eyes. Bravo.