Life Breaks My Heart

Life Breaks My Heart (Image thanks to GraphicsHunt.com)

Life Breaks My Heart (Image thanks to GraphicsHunt.com)

Life breaks my heart.
Life breaks my heart.
There it is land-sliding
Down my lover’s shoulders
When we discover his dog:
Dead in the backyard.

Life dissolves my heart.
Life dissolves my heart.
There it is flowing in the river
Of my mother’s tears
Because she can’t go home:
Yet.

Life heals my heart.
Live heals my heart.
There it is tapping through my fingertips
Onto the keyboard.
Crying as I write this:
Process.

Life finds my heart.
Life finds my heart.
There it is in a shattered shell,
A decapitated doll,
Chopped in six easy pieces:
Baby girl interrupted.

Life breaks my heart.
Life breaks my heart.
There it is in shards at the bottom
Of a chasm of contempt
Between my mother’s son and I:
Sibling uncivil war.

Life fills my heart.
Life fills my heart.
There it is tender in small differences.
A home for my mother’s cat,
Joy on her face when I visit:
Unconditional love.

Life accepts my heart.
Life accepts my heart.
There it is surrendering to what is.
Failure to have not done better,
Knowing I have done my best:
Destiny tattooed in the palm of my hand.

Life opens my heart.
Life opens my heart.
There it is glistening on a morning leaf
After a night’s rain,
Before a day’s clear skies:
New beginnings.

Life hides my heart.
Life hides my heart.
There it is living in the field.
On the wind. In a whisper.
Under a tree. Over the moon:
A world apart. Another within.

Life paints my heart.
Life paints my heart.
There it is in a crack on the road less traveled.
A sign. A signal.
Take yet one more step:
Slowly. And swiftly.

Life frees my heart.
Life frees my heart.
There it is on the wings of a hummingbird,
At the blood-red feeder,
As dusk settles on distant hills:
Days end.

Life mirrors my heart.
Life mirrors my heart.
There it is copycat-ing the lunar cycle
Stark and white. Cold and bright.
Waxing and waning. Watching and waiting:
Relentless reflection.

Life breaks my heart.
Life breaks my heart.
Here it is still beating in my chest
Endless joy. Then sorrow.
Endless sorrow. Then joy.
Cracking. Breaking.  Healing. Pending.
One beat after another. After another.
After the next:

Life breaks my heart.

Copyright @AmazingSusan 2013

Image thanks to GraphicsHunt.com

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23 thoughts on “Life Breaks My Heart

    • Me too 🙂

      I once stood on a clifftop in Yemen looking down at, and across, a massive valley. It was truly magnificent. As I drank in the view (which seemed to stretch back into time itself), the universe wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed. I was transported, transfixed, transformed. That oh-so-tender love/pain (you know the one: a mix of joy, awe, and humility, which is both full and empty at the same time) engulfed first my heart, then my whole body. I just stood there, too moved to move, and cried. One cannot help but weep in the face of life’s unrelenting beauty. Or at least this one can’t 😉

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