The Struggle and the Strain

By moshqueen • October 18, 2009 22:07 UTC

my heart, shattered on the floor I fumble, hands trembling, eyes blurred as tears start welling I try to collect the pieces I can never find them all. Carefully trying to match the pieces they don't quite fit together. A black thread woven through holds each piece in place. I prick my fingers in the effort the strain is tremendous the holes that remain dark and bruised, edges torn thread strained across them but love runs right through. It never feels the same. The scars never leave. As I bury it deep inside me my blood feels frozen tears stream down my face and try to drown my sorrow. August 25, 2009

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October 18, 2009 22:13moshqueen

I wrote this not long after a terrible breakup. I still feel like crying when I read it because he is still the most important person in my life.

November 9, 2009 05:18!!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!!

WOW THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!!

November 13, 2009 02:12izzy

whoa this is so deatailed and is really amazing!! you did a great job expressing all your feelings into this, nice!

November 17, 2009 00:13moshqueen

thanks guys! It was a really hard poem to write.