Tatters

Hearts don't break, we don't hear the shatter

The rends happen silently

And not all at once

The tears appear slowly

Burnt and scraped

With every careless word

,Harsh moment

,Forgotten plan

If it was broken it would stop working

And the pain would cease

But it pumps hot regret through cooling veins

Steam creating condensation

Tear ducts releasing pressure

Unseen

The cloth within, worn and torn

These tattered remnants writhe with pain

When winds of memory twist their fabric

And all those echoes come back to life

But there is life in pain

And wisdom in remembering

Strength in growing

And beauty in learning

Though the shadows of the past still sting and haunt

Experience gained is a treasure stored

Each moment forward where knowledge makes use

There may seem no future

In this coiling darkness

But the strength within us builds

For each wound borne

Each pain recalled

New joys are that much sweeter