I won't pretend that I am not a walking contradiction - I am that as much as any other person. Notwithstanding my last post here, I want to share a poem (?) I wrote not in jest but because something tugged at my heart so strongly I simply could not stop the words from flowing out. It was a scary and extremely intimate experience where I found myself looking straight into another's soul, feeling their palette of emotions and responding. This isn't something I experience every day, nor do I write any kind of poetry (I remain firmly discouraged after my 9th grade experience) - this was a strange one-off compulsion I am yet to understand. For you:
Letter to a broken heart
I read you like a book
- cover to cover -
and went through your seasons with you;
In their mismatch, you jumped
from summer to winter.
Winter was my saddest -
I felt your barren trees
and tasted your tears.
You didn't mourn quietly,
you screamed until
all strength left you
and then carried on screaming
before becoming detached
like a frozen leaf
left underfoot from autumn.
You were still mourning in spring,
feeling so empty that love
might never take hold of you again.
By then I wanted to envelop your broken heart
with my own battered one.
It was as if
two bleeding hearts skipping a beat
could count the beat together as one.
Spring came without you knowing
like a much too long overture
to a new chapter.
Slowly, I felt you blossom through spring -
you put yourself together again,
ready to walk into your Indian Summer....