I’m Reclaiming My Heart #41

I saw the words

“broken heart”

and I died a little more.

Fuck.

I started to crumble.

I’m reclaiming my heart.

*

A split second of

resisting

exhaustion

shame.

I pushed pause.

I’m reclaiming my heart.

*

The fuck-you’s

counter the fuck me’s.

Anger.

 

Spite.

 

Pain.

 

I’m reclaiming my heart.

*

 

The bait took me there,

 

I return here.

 

Unrest.

 

Uncertainty.

 

Into my beloved’s arms: acceptance.

I’m reclaiming my heart.

*

She softens, she widens

the pain persists.

Nowhere to hide,

what a relief

the pearl revealed.

I’m reclaiming my heart.

*

I see the words

“broken heart”

and I live a little more.

The fishing line

loosens and I’m free, again.

I’m reclaiming my heart.