by Nikki Benson

I say that I’m tough

But my heart is

Breaking into pieces


Pieces as small

As the sand

That slipped

Through your hand

And fall to the ground

Just like I did


I grieve for the sand

If it knows

Even a speck

Of the sadness I feel

Wishing to be back in your hand


But heat


The heat from you

Could melt

My crumbled heart

 Into stained glass


Glass that you

Could step on and break

Into pieces


Pieces so small

They can crumble


Crumble into sand and slip


Slip through your finger tips

The way I did


Author's Note: comments welcome.

Posted on 06/28/2005
Copyright © 2021 Nikki Benson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Holly H Dunne on 06/28/05 at 06:19 PM

wow, i love the imagry you use here and how you tie the theme up. nice poem. x

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/24/05 at 03:20 AM

Nikki, this poem is strong, in that it's cyclical. The theme grows stronger each time it reoccurs. You've given this picture of a broken heart a tragic beauty that can be visited and experienced in real life.

Posted by Charles M Harrison on 08/01/06 at 09:24 PM

Great imagery and flow great poem

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