Saturday, June 25, 2011


Greeting cards and pop songs
Would have us believe
Hearts are pretty,
Easily healed to pristine condition.

In reality,
Hearts are ugly,
Scarred with the tattoos of youthful regret,
Riddled with bloody chasms of grief and loss.
We wander through the voids
And curse our futile attempts at normalcy,
Questioning how we arrived there
And how our damaged hearts can ever go on.

But, across the gaps and the scars,
We breathe.
We move.
We love,
And we never forget.


Jinksy said...

They go one, for time is a great healer! ♥

Kerry O'Connor said...

You offer a very different perspective on the heart in a poem well-concluded.

Lilly said...

flawless! simply flawless!
we do forget sometimes, but our heart doesn't. ever.

Fireblossom said...

Ah, The Truth About Hearts. I like!

Laurie Kolp said...

In time, the heart is very forgiving, thank goodness.

Titus said...

I particularly like the resolution of the final stanza too. Those three short lines very effective.

Abin Chakraborty said...

very true and very good.also, thanks for ur comments on mine :)

Margaret said...

hmm. I think our hearts do mend... Me thinks it is all in the brain.

Zouxzoux said...

Interesting point of view. I enjoyed this!

Anonymous said...

amazing what the mass media gets up to believe

kaykuala said...

This is great! Looking through the looking glass of what happened in real life. It's educational I would think!


Mary said...

Visiting from Real Toads: You have given me things to think about here...showed a side of 'heart' we don't often address.

Caty said...

definitely a different view of the heart...yep, the heart surely takes a beating, but you're right..."we breath, we move, we love..."