Challenging Poetry

breaking a heart

sometimes, pain pulls me into myself.
it hurts to flow free, so
my blood chills and my heart
clogs—like ice damming
Niagara until the falls
are silent—nothing let in or out.

it's hard to live, frozen.
it's hard as friends batter at the dam,
shattering piece by frozen piece,
until it thins and cracks,
until I break. my heart opens again,
ready to fill with light.

line count: 12
April 4: heartbreak