When the Heart Hurts

Knife-like, the blade wounds

Slicing through civility

Severing all ties

One moment shatters

False securities wiped bare

All hope stripped away

When this old heart hurts

The pain seems unbearable

The burden, unfair

Learning to Fly

First, unclog your mind
Rid yourself of weighty thoughts
Then simply exhale

Open up your heart
Invite the whole world inside
That's the best advice

Now, leap fearlessly
Behold the wide world below
Yearning to embrace

Scolded

justifiably angry
broken heart
pieces scattered
irretrievably lost
dissolved dreams
visions mattered
unerringly paired
soul’s mate
conscience scolded
tearfully rejoined
love’s patience
now rewarded.

  

Hearts

  
The human heart,
with its four chambers
looks nothing like a
valentine heart.

Yet, I love you
with my whole heart:
Both atria, two ventricles,
and every valve, too.

Now if that
isn’t romantic,
then I don’t
know what is.

  
Peace, people!

Patchwork Heart

My heart has scattered,
Little pieces here and there.
First bits were claimed
Before I could name love,
When people were love.

Some parts were left behind
Before I was careful about
Giving them away; foolish girl.

Other pieces placed carefully
One a gift to my husband, then
Here son, here daughter
Take my heart; it is yours.
Their children claimed
My heart, as well, five more
Pieces given away.

I’d feared it was all gone,
But they’ve each given me
Parts of their own hearts.
This beautiful patchwork
Is what I cherish; it’s how I love.