One good news:
There’s no longer a heart
left to be broken. That warm,
soft bird now completely shattered
with nothing left to break. Her hollow
bones sing. No need to cry anymore.
Just mechanical auto-pilot now
putting one foot in front of the other
focusing on the next task to be done.
Be productive, be practical —
that’s the mantra. The heart
can never be practical
or completely won.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | September 16, 2016
Morning Dove
Posted in Poetry
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