ATHENA
THE BROKEN HEART
Fear seizes her like a solid thing. Waiting, barely breathing,
she wonders what the morning will bring.
In the darkness a low cry escapes her lips, embracing herself,
her skin, cold to her fingertips.
A lone tear makes its way slowly down her cheek. Trembling, an
aching ness grips her throat, battling for control,
her mind screams,
"I must not lost it, I must not be weak".
Her mind is flooded with memories of him, she shudders,
recalling what caused it to end. Her thoughts play out that maddening scene of harsh words, betrayals and lies.
Surrending to the hurt, gasping, she lets herself cry.
Silenced by the hurt, exhausted from the tears, eyes gazing into nowhere.
Hoping against hope the agony once again would not start,
Lips curving upwards, knowingly, she places a shaking hand over her broken heart.
My Grandma's love was a special love,
more than i really new
sometimes i thought she loved you more,
but I found that this wasn't true
years would come and years would go,
and in the mailbox we would see
that one special card that she would send
to each of you and me...
And in that card we would find, not just 1, 2 or 3
but 5 small dimes that would remind
how much she loved us you see...
but one great year I would find
and extra special dime...
For in that card i got 6 dimes,
though not done deliberately,
and then i knew it was my sign
from god up above,
he sent that dime straight to me
to show me her special love...
from then on I finally knew
she loved us equally
and today i want to thank the lord
for sending her down to me.
AUTHOR:
StaceyJo
