Slowly
over time
piece by piece
my heart
was
cracked wide open
by your hollow words
manipulative lies
and
Oscar-worthy guise
It took me a long time
too many years
to get wise, to realize
I am – and will always be –
a prize
The irony is –
we’ve both been cut
you were sliced open
by a scalpel
cancer
the cause of your pain – removed;
your stitches will heal
I was cracked wide open by you –
my heart’s cancer
the never-ending pain
is all too real
The pen is my scalpel
words are my stitches
because
this wide open crack
that is now my heart
desperately needs to heal.
(c) Nicole Luongo
3/19/09.
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels
very deep…….doing what you are doing is a great way to help yourself heal….good for you!
Thanks, Katie. I never plan what I am going to write. It took awhile for me to process my emotions, so I could be ready to receive this poem.