Anatomy LessonA Poem by ConstanceAn ode to my ex husband, who I am glad is ex. Written some time ago.
I gave you a heart
already wounded and bleeding
frayed at the edges, struggling
to become whole, restless,
fragile as a wine glass.
It must have been too tempting,
the urge to watch it shatter-
much more fun for you
than letting it heal, making it whole-
much easier than trying to mend
the fragilities of a woman bereft.
The shards have been pieced
and glued back together,
a part of the fixative
your memory and my sorrows,
and the heart of glass has become
a heart of concrete, veins of steel?
No, it may not be so fragile
the bleeding may have ended,
the cracks may be healing,
but it will never be a heart
as cold and hard as your own,
as I would die before I would become you. © 2008 ConstanceReviews
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Added on May 9, 2008AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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