Saturday, June 25, 2011
Greeting cards and pop songs
Would have us believe
Hearts are pretty,
Easily healed to pristine condition.
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,
And we never forget.