Heartbreak. A prose poem.

My heart was broken, and the pieces lay
scattered across the floor like so much
fractured crystal. It lay where it fell for
days,
weeks,
months.

I fixated on my shattered heart for
a long time. Everywhere I looked,
everywhere I walked, I was in danger
of cutting myself on a fragment.
Visitors and friends stepped delicately
around the shards like navigating a
minefield.

Every once in a while I would think about
tidying up. But the strewn slivers were a
reminder both comforting and saddening.
One day, I awoke to find the pieces were
gone, as if they had never existed; never
split and skewed, never callously been
torn out and flung aside.

I walked out into the fresh air, the hum
of the world around me. I still remembered
my broken heart, and the pain of
every
little
piece.

But it was time to move on, and face
another heartbreak.

Maybe this time I’d find some glue
to hold my heart together.

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  1. Beautifully explained. I loved the imagery of the broken pieces of glass laying on the floor and everyone is trying to avoid them. So sad that we all have to go through this but I suppose it’s worth it when you finally find “the one.”

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  2. I cant wait for the day I can feel the fresh air on my skin, I am suffocating with the pain of picking up the glass that lays on my feet while I try to put my heart together.

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