Broken Heart
A broken heart,
The construct of love breached,
Rivets on the bridge
snapping in a storm.
The dam opening,
Spilling grief in torrents,
Flooding with tears
The home in the valley.
Trails and journeys,
Washing away,
Burying hope in sediment.
Lives stiffening into artifacts.
Is it inherent for
Yin to slaughter Yang?
Can a smile balance on
One lip?
Is a journey taken with
One foot?
Is a blossom perched on
No stem?
Are rays emitted by
No sun?
A heart is a quilt sewn with
One continuous thread –
Joy stitching onto grief,
Grief onto hope,
Hope onto despair,
Despair onto joy.
Forms have shadows.
What is a shadow without light?
A heart completes itself.
What is breaking is
Already mending.
Copyright© 2017/10/17 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: Original Art “Broken Heart” © Martha Harris
