observation of my surroundings

CHANGEinWAVES

It seems we're
All floating in a sea
Of broken hearts
Each waiting for
The waves to fuse
The shattered pieces
Together with one swift movement

Though it's more likely
We'll get burned in
The fires that
Others have started

Singed on ends
But never hot enough
To melt the glass shards
Of our hearts

What if we were
To empty those pieces
All together
And melt them down

Create one large heart
That could never be broken
Or would that be
Like riding out the storm
In the belly of a whale

Quite possibly
It is easier
To allow the pain
To linger
Rather than heal
With a heart that's
Able to being hurt again

Steve Dunne

as you float and drift
in this sea of masses
the shards of broken hearts
constantly prick your naked soul
and among these shards
are outstretched arms of friends
of strangers

and as you float and drift
in this sea of masses
with the scars of the past
visible on your sleeve
you are even more empowered, wiser
and choose which outstretched arm
to swim with you to shore

CHANGEinWAVES