Breached.

Those walls

built once-upon-a-time

and long ago

no longer serve.

The heart contained

within, regardless,

broke and breaks

anew each

day.

Let them fall –

bulwarks overcome,

outgrown,

torn down stone

by stone.

The tides of heartache

ebb and flow;

their patterns,

unpredictable.

Collect

the heart’s remains;

that prize,

once-hoarded.

Pluck

each broken piece

up from tumbled shadow;

jewel-like fragments –

brightly polished –

extravagantly

exposed.

 

— C.Birde, 6/19