It was formed from clay and strengthened by the fires of my life.

I was proud of it...

I was cautious with it...

I guarded it with everything that I am...

Until someone convinced me to give it to them.

They did not value it as I did

They were not careful

They should not have been trusted

Time and time again they would drop it...toss it aside...break it...

Each time leaving me to pick up the pieces and try to put it back together

It’s been shattered so many times it is little more than sand

My fallen tears causing the fragments to cling to each other, as if they too are afraid...

I’m scared to move...petrified that the tiny grains would slip through my fingers.

I’m terrified to ever let someone have my heart again.


◄ Beauty is in the eye

Unable to live without Love ►


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Don Matthews

Fri 14th Jun 2019 14:40

It's more than a broken heart......

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Martin Elder

Thu 13th Jun 2019 16:47

I had not realised until the end precisely what this poem was about, assuming that was some sort of love lorn piece of china. But that in itself is a good allegory
Excellently put
nice one

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jennifer Malden

Thu 13th Jun 2019 14:46

Really liked this - the use of words to describe a broken heart is very clever - pick up the pieces- shattered so many times little more than sand - tears causing the fragments to cling ..... petrified that the tiny grains would slip through my fingers. None of the usual sentimental guff!!!!!


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