How can a heart so broken keep beating?
I watch the shards of a life, scattered around me
As a mosaic, none matching, none fitting,
Broken beyond an artist’s hand to assemble
Into order, into a kindness of pretense.
How can a heart so pierced have structure?
I ache for the fullness once believed to be
Belief in more, belief in Self.
Emptied now, drained away in futility on the altar
Of the Others’ Ego.
How can a heart so empty keep on beating?
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