Heartache

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my heart hurts
that our streets are filled
with a quiet sense of dread
I watch hope dying while fears are fed
and people that I thought I knew
just wash their hands and walk away
or buy into the promises made,
the broken oaths
laced with fables and lies,
no evidence of doing what’s just or right

my heart hurts
that our homes are filled
with anger and division and pain,
that we still have to talk about gender and race
because we aren’t all treated the same
and that’s not okay

my heart hurts
for the lost things, lost lives, lost loves,
for the childhood homes washed out to sea,
that all people have left are memories,
and still, some hesitate to help,
too concerned with themselves

my heart hurts
because we continue to pull apart
instead of pushing together

my heart hurts
because we are better than this

we have to be better than this

Breath of Words© 10/3/17

art: Crystal Lake

 

Thicker Than Blood

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we waver between extremes,
wielding words
that cut deep,
aimless angst and blinding hate,
hysteria thrumming inside our veins
(and we like to believe we can change,
but underneath it’s all the same)
and the pain
runs thicker than blood,
our minds deprived
of their softer side
so we lash out against the world
when we feel like falling apart,
using our angry voices
to shield our broken hearts

Breath of Words © 8/10/17

photo: Elizabetta Renosto

Soul Deep Sting

I let you carve your name
onto my heart,
let you etch your face
into my dreams
You became permanent,
a soul deep tattoo
that left me hovering
between heaven and hell

 

And now this ache is all that’s left,
bruised and broken moments
imprinted in my mind,
shoebox memories that I can’t hide,
and the sting of knowing
that I’ll never rid myself of you

Breath of Words© 4/21/17

Photo via WeHeartIt (artist unknown)