Broken
// October 15th, 2008 // Blog
Broken.
My mother used to say:
(And sometimes she still does)
The heart is like a china plate;
Once broken,
It can be glued back together,
But the cracks will always show.
Broken.
A girl,
Runs madly,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
Eyes forever staring upwards.
Her hands reach out towards five, tall poles,
Each with a single china plate
balanced on top.
“Must keep spinning…
“Must keep spinning”,
She quietly mutters
Under her breath.
She tries.
She tires.
Her hands become clumsy.
China plates begin to fall.
Broken.
Why did she never think
To put them away?
These once beautiful china plates,
Belonged in a beautiful china cabinet.
To be displayed,
And never touched.
Only to be brought out
For the most special of company.
Too late now for tears.
Broken.
Too many plates.
Too many pieces.
Too many broken hearts.
Not enough glue.
Broken.
And broken they shall remain.
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This is a beautiful poem, showing how we sometimes bring out our hearts in our eagerness to share them, because we know our hearts are precious, and we want our loved ones to hold them gently.
I like how you alluded to our tendency to keep trying and trying, even when we know our hearts are about to get broken, and yes, they can be mended, but the cracks show.
Marahm said it best.
Sigh.
Marahm… I just KNEW you’d comment on my poem, and just, ah – get it so completely! {smiles}
Chin up, Organica.
Assalaamu’alaykum
Nice poem… maybe if we put them in a new light, the cracks will no longer be visible. It’s always worth a shot.
Farzeen offers hope. I like the idea. As a matter of fact, I’ve done exactly that once or twice– put the cracks in another light– and sure enough, they fell into shadow.
For someone who’s only just decided to take her own china plate out and let someone look at it, this poem terrifies me… but maybe that’s the real defintion of courage and selflessness: to risk getting your heart get broken, in order to share what you have.
I don’t know why, but this poem scares me a little.
But it’s written so beautifully, maybe I’ve jsut misunderstood it a little.
*ponders on the words once again*
I’ll get there, inshallah.