How Can One?

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June 2002 Poetry

How can one,

open her heart to another,

when hear tears,

have diminished it?

How can one’s heart be mended,

when there is no heart,

to be found?

I cannot open my heart.

It cannot be mended,

for there is nothing left,

anymore.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 6-9-02.

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Sandra Davis's picture

This one sounds very familiar to me, is this one about you?