Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 182
hosted this week by the stunningly talented poet Shay!
The broken heart is broadest. ~Emily Dickinson
In dreams my heart is a raven
free and distant like the stars
the haunting that regrets hold
is loose like running
wolves always are
I don’t fear the fall nor the sharp edges that cut to bone
I can see beyond the broken glass
I hear beyond the moan
yet in life lost is a sadder place
than a fallen forest or abandoned church
it is emptier than a drunk man’s bottle
and more painful than giving birth
for among the fullest branches
are the broken and the wild
regret loss and disease
each have memories like a child
That haunt us to the core
Or is it the memories we cannot forget?
That haunt us even more.
