Heartbroken
Five excruciating months I’ve spent
inside this corset made of steel.
It binds the soul beneath
my broken column.
See me standing here
naked before this bleak and arid landscape,
fissured like the furrows
of this barren yellow plain
on which a child to call my own
will never play.
See my flesh impaled by nails.
From head to toe
they travel
down
my
body.
See the largest nail.
It pricks that part of me
from whence my love flowed freely
for the one man I adored. . .
See my chest, which houses
the heart that he has pierced
again and again and again.
See my tears, white against my sullen face.
Only you who know true heartbreak
can feel the anguish painted in my eyes.
My body I laid bare
to help you see inside me,
but how can someone paint
the sorrowed soul?
Five excruciating months I’ve spent
inside this corset made of steel.
It’s only an extension of
my entire life’s ordeal.
Though it’s meant to heal me,
it is but a constant cruel reminder
that heartbreak is my companion
Ever
more.
9/6/13
For the Women who Paint Contest Series: FRIDA KAHLO in Free verse contest
Sept. 5, 2021 for ''H'' Contest, New Or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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