Wednesday, 29 October 2014


I feel this piece of artwork in the depths of my heart and soul.
They break my heart
they always do
these callous men
that take and never give

Each time I weep and wail
throw my hands to the heavens

And vow

Never again

I find my heart
On my sleeve

Open and raw


 Now in the autumn 
Of my years
I rejoice that the chance
will not come again

I am sufficient
Unto myself
No more my heart will suffer
Slings and arrows

I am whole
Not needing another
 to complete me

This is my way
I will surrender no more
To the whims and fancies
of love

I am a shattered window
of fragmented prisms

I am alone
 it was meant to be

At last



Written for Poetry Jam