Prelude of a Broken Heart
The sweet serenade of self-destruction
By Rachel OberPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Michael Schär on Unsplash
I never knew how much I could feel
Until the first time I experienced something so real
In that surrender, my whole life brightened
I came alive, my senses heightened
Sitting all alone in each others’ minds
Blinded, and hopeless, and completely intertwined
When the storm came, my branches were broken
Damaged the most by words left unspoken
My leaves shriveled, my roots drew away
From my source of life I had clung to each day
The drought left me barren, brittle, and weak
Suffocating without the comfort I did seek
When I was all but gone, not a limb left unscathed
My hollow body became calloused from the weather I had braved
Scarred and numb, my flesh desperately in plea
Darkness finally closed in and set me free


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