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after we broke up
by Jared FladelandMy heart is a fighter
after 12 rounds with Muhammad Ali,
it's lucky just to be on its feet,
but at what cost?
At what cost?
I sit with the pain
of knowing I no longer
can hold you
or whisper in your ear
how right this moment feels.
The tears in the corner of my eyes,
are the symptoms of holding back
the biblical flood of Noah,
I'm not strong enough to remain a desert
for Jesus to walk through.
My heart pumps blood
just like it always does,
but with each beat
it reminds me that it is broken,
a victim
of its own intense vulnerability. 12/14/2016 Posted on 12/14/2016
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/14/16 at 10:02 AM I know the feeling of not being able to share those special moments with a love persistent beyond measure. How easily we are discarded and forgotten. How unencumbered with obstacles is their moving on. |
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