Unclosed Wounds
He says I seem to have unclosed wounds.
Am I that transparent?
Can people actually see my broken heart
through my chest wall??
Does my broken heart convey it's pain
in mundane conversation.
It's lack of trust so obvious
although I seem so jovial?
My poor wee heart has had enough
of false declarations.
Used, abused, neglected and abandoned.
Another cut catastrophic.
So I carry it with care.
in it's little chest cavity.
Any who venture near it beware.
It is a heart....interrupted.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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