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
Wounded
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
I
Am
