Time Mends the Broken Heart
One day I woke up and my heart was broken, nearly in two.
One day I had lost the words that always brought me to you.
My mind was in a fog that took away the color of my thoughts.
In fact, it took away all the beauty and the rhyming became naught.
It took away the great ideas so creative in their fun filled lines.
Everything I desperately sought for… was suddenly declined.
The mirror of my thoughts became so empty and very blank.
As further into the knowledge of where my mind was going, I sank.
The treacherous workings of my mind, started with a simple little cold.
But in it’s depths lay the trigger, which forced all I know…to unroll.
As my mind shut down, the medicines were useless, but still all there.
And as none brought me back where I wanted… it all seemed so unfair.
For two weeks the dreadful interference continued it’s awful reign.
I didn’t want to go back to the years where to be normal I had to strain.
So I slowly waited out my time… with a prayer readily on my mind.
Allow this illness to diminish… allow those words once more to be mine.
(A lament on my epilepsy that was triggered lately.)
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
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