A Broken Love Poem by Crystal Williams

When I’m afraid of loneliness, I tend to grasp onto the closest thing in my reach. I try to convince myself that maybe; just maybe, I need a little more time to heal from the broken love I once knew. And out of no where, all of a sudden, I feel that by forgiving and making up with the one’s who’ve tainted me, I can escape from the painful reality that I desperately need let them go.

My memories don’t hold what my heart knows is a lie. Yet the broken love still lingers to blind me from the truth of my pains and hardships. By holding onto that person, I feel that a second chance is easier on my heart than facing the truth that once the trust is gone they’ll never get it back. Even though I’m afraid of letting go, my conscious reveals what my heart must do. For deep in the corners of my soul, I feel love’s pain. The aches of despair flow through my back resulting in a cluster of spasms. The weakness of my intelligence submissively blocks my knowledge of unwillingness to strive to push past my strongholds.

But when the enemy’s lost, they are unaware that I realize. The power that the enemy once had has slipped through the spaces between my fingers. The one who once had their hands of control wrapped around my neck, draining every breath of life from my lips, is no longer the “fortune in the cookie”.

And after a million tears shed, I still feel my heart is cupped in their hands. Somehow they’ve still got a hold of my treasures. I just can’t help but to fall back into their spell. I don’t know if I should keep fighting the power they cast upon my life. So instead I stop. I allow them back again. But in the depth of my mind, I want to know will I ever have the unconditionally love that I know I deserve. I sometimes wonder will I one day take back the key to my spirit. Until I accept the medicine of a true love and the voice of a pure heart, I will always fall through the cracks of a broken love.

But who can really say what a heart can survive? Is it you? Is it I? Is it my neighbors across the street that senses the sadness which pours from my soul? Although I smile through the tears in which my face no longer glows. Is that where the truth lies? Is it in my heart or in my mind? Do I hide behind a curtain of depression? Or do I take a stand and open my eyes to the necessary repercussions? The choice must be heavenly like a crisp white dove. So I can find the strength to unleash my heart from the chains of a broken love.