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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...

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Madelin Barton March 4, 2013 at 10:05 AM very nice poem seems heart felt woderful Scribbler Of Verses March 4, 2013 at 10:25 AM Thanks, Madelin, yes, all our hearts get chipped at times, and sometimes we are guilty of causing the hearts of the very best of people to be chipped too, so I suppose its also about taking responsibility and acknowledging the hurt that we can cause others, and not just feeling our own pain. Am I making any sense at all? I doubt it, but thank you again for your kind words, Madelin, they are deeply appreciated.

Emma Mantle March 3, 2013 at 7:14 AM Love your use of expression in this write. An emotional piece. I like the determination that comes through despite the pain. Good ending, great title! Em Scribbler Of Verses March 3, 2013 at 7:42 AM I meant I suppose we all NEED to never lose hope! Thanks again, Em! :-) Scribbler Of Verses March 3, 2013 at 7:40 AM Thank you, yet again, Em! Your kind words are much appreciated. I suppose we all to never lose hope. Ps: I love what Tim Robbins's character 'Andy' in 'The Shawshank Redemption' says to a very tired and jaded Morgan Freeman's character 'Red' ... "Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies"