When my heart broke
I became free,
Though when it happened
I had
No idea.
I can remember
It shattering
On the floor
Red glass
Shards of broken dreams
Flying
Everywhere.
Dreams of
Growing old together
And forever
Gone,
Not living
Like my grandparents
Until they were
92…
Slamming the purple door
Behind me
Running blind in the street
Into the arms
Of friends who held me
Because they had
No idea what
Had just happened
Or why I was crying
Uncontrollably.
The years
That followed
Were me trying
Pretend,
It didn't happen.
But in the end,
My excuses
Were gone,
And all that was left
Was to do
What I said
I was going to.
All that was left
Was my pain
And school.
Then slowly
Even the pain
Subsided,
As did the sickness
And the darkness
Of my soul
That felt
Like it
Died
That day.
Now school
Is over…
And all that is left
Is poetry
And art…
Now I am free.
