Your words flying through the air,
Poisoned darts that
Pierce right through the most tender,
The most vulnerable parts of my heart.
Shattered, I sit, holding up
The bloodied, broken, fractured pieces
Of my most vulnerable self.
Afraid to trust anyone ever again.
My heart: frozen
The tides: turn
The moon waxes and wanes and waxes again.
Time spins on,
As I remain lost in the darkness,
Weighing your words against mine,
Worrying away at the scabs on my heart
Unwilling to let it heal.
As I circle round and round in my misery
I see a glimmer from the corner of my eye
It’s been so long
Here, alone, in the dark
And I wonder: where is that light coming from?
It takes me a while to realise
That the light, it is within me
Dulled and dim
But refusing to die down
Obstinately trying to get:
Look into that faint light.
And hypnotised by its tenacity,
I give it my words, my tears,
My lamentations, my broken pieces.
It takes it all, that light,
Growing stronger, brighter,
Transforming those broken fragments
Into a living poem,
Stronger and fiercer than ever before.