One More Broken Heart

How many times have I heard their harsh words?
And tried to disguise them with breezes and birds?

How oft' have their fingers all pointed at me
Saying I am the one that was not meant to be?

How many times can a heart break and then mend
Before it's demolished? Before it's the end?

Days filled with sorrow and nights of black dread
As their words echo endlessly inside my head.

How much more can this battered and broken heart take?
As their words shred my soul like a sharp pointed rake?

How oft' have I cried myself silent to sleep
And in dreams of the night did I bitterly weep?

Why am I held back when I've so much to give?
I feel myself dying yet want so much to live!

How many tears can I cry 'fore my heart becomes dried?
Crushed into fine powder while beating inside?

OH! When will this madness and hatefulness end?
And my heart's pieces be put back together again?


If you know me, you know this poem is not about my husband but is instead about other family members, a brother in particular, whose words have cut deeper than any knife could stab.