A Poem for the Broken
By: Emily Hughes
I am a broken woman,
Held together as if by thread;
Made of love alone– taken too soon
By the hand that takes the dead.
My pieces all still function,
The joints and bones still bend;
It’s my heart that misses rhythm,
My heart that will not mend.
I know that time brings healing,
That it brings pain from flames to ember;
But time does not dictate
What I will or won’t remember.
Even though life moves on,
And new joy comes to my heart;
My broken pieces will still ache,
For my one.. missing… part.