Broken
// October 15th, 2008 // 7 Comments » // 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.