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Grace Schoettmer Poem
A broken heart is impossible to completely mend
that part was destroyed,
but will always hold a place,
Other things can fill that void,
some things can even soften the hurt
But no matter how hard one tries to move on,
one is forever changed
forever left remembering the times before,
when the sun seemed brighter
How does one pick up the pieces and put them back together?
One may feel like a puzzle with a missing part
nothing could ever take the place,
or fit as perfectly as the original piece
And one will forever search
for any piece that comes remotely close
Ones heart can break many times
but each time there is more room for the heart to grow colder
And slowly the heart falls away from where it used to be
once snuggled against God,
now in the dark barely catching a glimpse of God's power
Dreams that once seemed so close and possible,
are now realized only as dreams and mere chances.
Copyright © Grace Schoettmer | Year Posted 2008
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`My nights drag on,
from dusk till dawn,
my mind should be silent,
but my thoughts race,
in the mirror i stare at my face,
my soul is so restless ,
that my mind searches to understand,
who is this person,
I ask, as i touch my face with my hand,
who have i become?
who was i before?
how can life change so fast?
when will it come to an end at last?
i pray and cry,
only in my dreams does my heart fly,
so at long last,
who is this girl who is so different from my past?
Copyright © Grace Schoettmer | Year Posted 2008
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Siting there feeling nothing but coldness,
Reaching out for acceptance,
But receiving nothing but deception and anger,
All my words have left my mouth and have retreated into my stomach,
No words could now describe how i feel,
Emptiness crowds in and steals the rest of my once warm feelings,
To the point that i am not sure how to go on,
I question every movement that i make,
WIth every decision i silently wait to see what i messed up,
My world that once was bright and cheery now passed away,
Everyday is like the last,
Like having a funeral for the past,
Remembering what i had and what i felt,
Perhaps on that i should not dwell,
But forever it has been adding up and now it begins to swell,
in my heart it feels like it could burst,
to the point that i could die from my deep hurt.
Copyright © Grace Schoettmer | Year Posted 2008
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She held her breath,
Kissed him goodbye,
In her heart now he would only dwell,
They lowered the casket, as her tears began to swell,
She held back, trying to be strong,
Forever she would love him,
To his memory she would always hold on.
Copyright © Grace Schoettmer | Year Posted 2008
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