Hearts Are Meant To Be Broken Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sometimes hearts fall apart, get broken, can never
be mended in life, taking steps to protect our hearts
does us no good, because they are meant to be broken.

Even though our ribs were made to protect them, it
was only from physical harm not emotional, there's
no way to keep pain or sorrow from entering our hearts.

Pulsating with our life-blood, means our hearts will
always feel effects of heartbreak and grief, it does
the only thing possible, letting us feel emptiness,
loneliness, desperation that enters it's chambers.

At times we think our hearts are going to burst, yet
somehow they hold onto it all, using drops of tears
to help us ease effects of our emotions and feelings.

Even then we exist in darkened caverns, not really
living, just existing in a nether world beyond our
beings for a time.

Protected in this other dimension of existence until
we can again assimilate, getting back to finding our
way through reality once more.